Epic phail week.

It's been a bad bad week. A friend of mine died in a car accident, so my diet kinda got screwed. I'm heartbroken, who cares about what the hell I weigh? There's been lots of crying, and very little calorie counting. And very little eating, actually. The week started off okay-ish, with me reaching 1200 calories a day. Because I pushed myself to eat. Then I couldn't even find the energy to push. So I ate, but I have no idea how far away from reaching an acceptable amount of calories I was. It was more like 'hmm, it's six o'clock, maybe you should eat something more than the measly yogurt you had for breakfast?'

Today, I plan an epic cheat day though. Well, not really epic, but my best friend and I are having a "Valentine's Day date", and there's going to be pizza. And cake. I figured that the pizza is probably not going to be easy on the sodium, so I decided to weigh in today rather than tomorrow. The result is 75.1 kilos, or 165.5 pounds, a weight loss of 1.5 kilos or 3 pounds since last week. Too fast, I know, and this time I can't blame it on the water weight. So, it's probably coming back on. But I won't lie: it's good to see the number 75 on the scale. I am so close to my goal!

A revelation

I know you're not supposed to put too much stock in BMI, 'cause it's a very inacurate measure of how healthy you are. However, I just realized that today, after weighing in at 168.5 pounds, my BMI is 29.8. I am no longer obese, merely overweight!

Goodbye water weight!

I stepped on the scale today quite confident that I was going to lose. I've been sticking to my diet pretty well (ahem, with a couple of deviations...), I've been to the gym a few times, and I've been running back and forth between my apartment and the city center all week for lectures, visits with friends, movies, seminars, etc. In addition, this week was my time of the month and I've been peeing like a champ. So the question wasn't really whether I was going to lose, it was how much I was losing. I guessed that I'd land on seventy seven point something kilos, or around 170 pounds.

The number I saw when I stepped on the scale? 76.6 kg! 168.5 pounds!

That's nearly two kilos down from last week, or three and a half pounds. Now, before you all go saying that this is too fast, let me remind you that I have not been starving myself this week. Far from it, actually. There were several days when I had absolutely no calorie deficit. It's mostly water weight, I think. Either way, I'm happy. This means that I only about eight kilos/eighteen pounds left to lose before I'm at that arbitrary goal that I've set myself. I can do that in two months. That doesn't seem so bad! Not bad at all!

(... of course, I would have to be a saint throughout those two months, so I'm not really hopeful. But I am quite confident that the "finish line" is glittering somewhere on the not-too-far-away horizon!)

Goodbye Twilight Zone

I knew I'd gained weight before I stepped on the scales this week. I have been to the gym a few times, but my eating was kinda crazy. Insane cravings galore. No other way to explain it. Anyway, the damage isn't that bad: I weigh 172 pounds, which is one pound up from last week's 171.

And here are the measurements:

Arm: 34 cm
Waist: 92 cm
Hips: 105cm
Thigh: 61 cm
Calf: 39 cm

It's only been a couple of weeks since I last took my measurements, so I wasn't really expecting any significant change her. And yet, it's so infuriating to see that my waist circumference is what it is. But I suppose the belly fat goes last, so I have to be patient.

Anyway, according to my last measuring, my arms are still the same. My waist is down by about a centimeter, but that could be due to dodgy measuring. My hips are down a centimeter, my thigh is down two and my calves are holding steady.