Then: 220 pounds (15 stone 10 pounds)
Now: 204 pounds (14 stone 8 pounds)
Lost: 16 pounds (1 stone 2 pounds)
There's now just one more day to the end of this diet.
My target was to lose 10 pounds in 3 weeks. I've more than achieved that: 16 pounds shed, and it seems to be holding firm, despite the wine of the Sunday lunch.
In 48 hours we'll be on a plane to the wedding. Until then, I'm playing safe. This was my working lunch today:
I also have rows of potatoes to plant in the garden before we leave. Not that I have any plans to eat them: this diet has worked largely because of the lack of any bread, pasta or potatoes. But in August, when they are ready for harvesting, who knows how much I will weigh. And I wonder if the lure of homegrown baby potatoes, lifted straight from the ground and served dripping with butter, will get the better of me. I suspect so.
Anyway, there's no pretending but the diet will be blown the moment we hit the plane on Wednesday morning. It's not just the airline food; it's the knowledge that we're about to indulged by my inlaws who will already have the red wine bottles opened ready for our arrival. But there'll be no guilt: one final light meal tomorrow and I'll be ready for anything California can throw at me. In the meantime, one final weigh-in. And the sweet smell of success. Sugar free, of course.
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