I lost very little in the second week but a total of 7 pounds in two weeks is nothing to sneeze at, as my mother would say.
The best thing is that my clothes are fitting comfortably and it’s been a while since I could say that.
To fit in with a social event, I upped my calories to 1500 yesterday and burnt off 400 ish on a walk/run so still a decent deficit. My biggest victory was making the decision to do that, planning what I was going to eat and sticking to it. Anyone who has a history of blowing a diet in anticipation of a social occasion will know how satisfying that was.
So onward to weeks 3 and 4 and seeing where they will take me. Though I’ll always be mindful of numbers on a scale, (can’t crack that habit of a lifetime), my goal is to have a healthy (ish) waist measurement.
The NHS says 31.5 inches for a woman. No, sorry, not likely to happen. In fact it says I should run to the GP because of my huge risk of dying. For the record, my GP isn’t concerned. It’s hard to know who to listen to. (Edit: 88 cm is 34.7 inches – which was obviously rounded up 9 years ago and down recently.)
The waist to hip ratio that would indicate my body fat isn’t going to kill me soon is under .85. This is a possibility but only if I can keep the weight on my hips that I usually lose. We’ll see. The ‘ideal’ ratio is not on the agenda unless I want to weigh less than I did when I was 11.
That leaves aiming for a waist that measures less than half my height. This seems possible as I’ve achieved it in the past and especially now that my most recent height (measured at a hospital appoinment) has me a whole centimetre taller than I thought I was. Somewhere in the vicinity of 32.5 inches would be a monumental achievement and would only be ‘true’ first thing in the morning, but we will give it a go.