The last 10 days have involved a certain amount of stress and, as a result, a certain amount of stress-related, what we shall call 'bad' eating.
Obviously, to paraphrase Terry Pratchett, for a given value of 'bad'.
So, in this case this means that I have eaten more chips and cheese and chocolate as a proportion of my diet then I ought to have. Also, pizza (but not peas) and bread (but not broccoli). Sometimes it is easier to find alliterative 'bad' foods than others.
But it was all proportionally, the manner in which I was eating these 'bad' foods, or at least I have liked to think it was.
(And while we are on the subject of liking to think, I am now 'liking to think' that the words 'proportionately' and 'proportionally' both exist and that if they do, that they are synonymous)
So when I have eaten bad things, and let us be clear that nobody is fooled by pictures like this...
...into thinking that anybody else ate that scone with cream and jam, I have tried to balance it out by eating less on other occasions. All via the new lens of not using MyFitnessPal to count calories but by trying to use my brain and my limited memory of calorie contents to keep track.
Has this worked? Am I on track to actually achieving some kind of breakthrough in the management of my weight?
Just to keep you up to date, this was my last weigh-in...
...and this is today's weigh-in...
Yes, that's right! Old me is staring balefully at today me and thinking, 'How in the name of bleeding heck did you manage to pull that off?'
I have, almost, no idea!