Oh, wow. How did the time go so quickly? The events following Glasgow went like this: London for my ‘photoshoot’ (will attach an album later, am having trouble with my software at the moment), Northallerton to stay with my sister’s parents-in-law, where I saw Romeo and Juliet in the park, then to my sister’s for my 21st birthday, where my Mum surprised me by flying over from Australia. Then to Paris for 2 days, Nice for about a week, Lyon for 2 days and then Paris again for 10 days. And now I’m back at my sister’s until I leave for Australia. Crazy, hey?

France was amazing, truly just wonderful. I stayed with a family in Paris and they were the most hospitable people I’ve ever met. We ate amazingly — yes, I tried snails. I also tried: Moussaka, Macaroons, Banana and Chocolate Tart, Lemon Tart, Salmon with Creme Fresh Sauce, Goat’s Cheese Lasagne, Pineapple Gelato….the list is almost endless. It was amazing, really. Really fantastic. I loved all the food, it was all lovely. I had difficulty with the snails, though not because of the taste but the psychology behind eating something out of its shell. I truly felt like I was murdering an innocent creature and then picking it out of its final resting place and eating it. I could only handle eating two.

My favourite part of the trip was this:

Mathilde’s mother turns to me and says, Kat, Est-ce que tu manges les aubergines? (Do you eat Eggplant?)
To which Mathilde replies: Elle aime tous les legumes. Tous. (She likes all vegetables. All of them.)

I could help but smile. A year, two years ago, I would not have eaten a single vegetable without some sort of bribery. Now I have no problem with all but two* vegetables, I like all sorts of food, I’m game to try things I never would have…and people describe me as eating anything. I can’t remember all the times that people looked at me as if I were just an annoying fusspot because I didn’t like so many foods, because what I liked was so limited. And now it’s the opposite!

But I’m back now. And Andee, from the WW boards — all the girls, really — were such an inspiration that I actually got off my arse and went for a run today. I’m not going to lie: it. hurt. Just over halfway through, I thought all the organs under my ribcage had imploded, the stitch was that bad. I had to stop running, and just when I would have started up again, my iPod broke, so I settled for wallowing in my self-pity until I got back to my house.

It was to be expected, really, since I haven’t been running properly in, what, 2 months? And my lungs still aren’t right, the wheeze is still there, which is horrible. I can’t figure out what’s wrong with me. Still, according to my running log, I got through 345 calories today, which feels nice. It’s certainly not an exact estimate, but it’ll do.

So, I’m back on the right track. I’m feeling all right with myself, yeah. In fact, I’m going to go and grab a hot shower, then move a bed (you read that correctly, yes) from one room to another, and then sort out some washing. Isn’t it crazy how, even when you’re halfway around the world and sounding so interesting, life can be so boring?

(Also, 30 Days of Love is on hold. I’m going to delete the first entries until I’ve got the others worked out, and then I’ll repost them. I should have realised how difficult it would be to travel and update consistantly. Oops.)

* Cucumber and cherry tomatoes, for the curious ones. I cannot stand the former, and I’m not a huge fan of the latter unless they’re cooked.

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Frustration, frustration, frustration.

I’ve been hovering at 90kg for the past 3-4 weeks (although to be fair, always going smaller.) 91.0, 90.5, 90.2. I made a concerted effort this week to stick to it all, and my personal scales were registering 89.x’s for most of the week. Come last night, I went to a dinner party and ate too much — probably over my daily limit, but I was partly expecting that, and had saved a significant amount. It was just the sheer volume of food. So I go in for my weigh-in today, hoping against hope that I’ll have lost .3 to get me over the line — or more, since that’s what I’d been registering all day. I step on the scales and: 90.0. I’m pretty certain that my body is taunting me here. All I want — so desperately is to get to that 89.9 so that I can focus on my next goal. This weekly shuffling about is so tiresome.

But the other choice is to give up and never get to 89.9, so I’m going to do what I can — more, in fact, because at this point I’d rather smash 89.9 out of the ballpark and hit 88.x — it’s that much closer to my next goal, and I’d love that.

Also, the 10 in 10 challenge is officially over — I believe I ended on a loss of 3.8, which wasn’t amazing but it was still less than when I started.

Current Stats
Current Weight: 90.0
Loss/Gain This Week: -.2
Total Loss: 10.3

Christmas Challenge
Weeks To Christmas: 6
Amount To Lose: 10.1

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This has been a bad week thus far. I’ve been doing some exercise, but all it’s done is even me out so that I’m back at 0 points. I’ve eaten over 14 extra points this week, and I just feel kind of crappy. I feel like I’m betraying myself. The feeling is particularly stong at the moment, because I just had a Deli Choice from McDonalds and regular chips from KFC. While the Deli Choice had no dressing and was fully factored into my meals for today, the chips weren’t and were entirely because my brother wanted them and when we got there, I just couldn’t resist. I just cancelled out my exercise for today, and when I think about it, while I enjoyed it…it wasn’t worth the feeling now: slightly too full, annoyed at myself, and once more completely focussed on wanting to lose weight, and wishing I hadn’t given in.

I’m hoping I’ll remember this feeling for next time, and I’m going to try to rectify my actions immediately. I’m going to get my water bottle, try and reach my limit, and then starting tomorrow (i.e. next time I eat), I’m going to make sure that I’m back on track.

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