Weigh-in 15 is basically 5 months into my year-long diet. I would be lying (incredibly badly) if I were to say that I hadn't hoped to have lost 5 stone in 5 months. However, would this have been healthy, would it have been sustainable, would I have been able to have had the occasional fish and chips or bottle of wine?
So, I was hoping that at the end of month 5 I would have lost 4 and a half stone. That would be agreeable. But if I haven't achieved that I still shouldn't be downhearted. Only an idiot would be downhearted. I have chosen the route, for once, of not being an idiot. And of believing the scales.
When I weighed myself this morning, and told Denise what I weigh today, I added, "I could have weighed myself repeatedly until I got something lower but..."
How I intended to finish this sentence was, "...but it would only make the next weigh-in harder, and I have still lost weight."
However, Denise finished the sentence for me.
"But I would have come out there and punched you in the face because of the noise those scales make every time you turn them on."
Which was fair. It was 5:55am.