172

No fags, no booze, no sugar, no cake, no biscuits except the 8 shortbread fingers I had yesterday, no puds, no bread, no rice, no pasta, no potatoes, no flour.  Oh good grief this is torture.

I am still really fat.

Swim and gym yesterday.  

172

I gave up fags.

I have to now declare myself a non smoker.  I would actually describe myself as someone with a craving for a cigarette like she has never had before.

And I am fucking starving.

This is fun.  

172-173

Weightloss is suddenly grinding to a halt.  Too many snacks and not enough starvation.  Mr Smith on the other hand is doing ridiculously well.

I ate a cupcake last night.  I know I won't die but it has undone my brilliant record.

I am so fed up with being so goddamned hungry.

173

Yesterday, although I was once again cold and starving for most of the day, was a bit picky.  I had little snacks here and there and I put on a pound.  Today I will be more careful.

Last year

Last year I was horrified I was so fat and this year I aspire to be that thin.

New vow .... I will get below 12 stone and never allow myself to go over again.  

172

Looking good, aiming into some shorts that don't go much past my knees.

Can I make it to 170 by Monday?  Of course I can.  

173

This weightloss is unbelievable.  I am almost enjoying it.  I do have a nasty headache this morning but apart from that I am feeling well.  I went to the gym and swam yesterday.  We had fish pie with a faux cauliflower mash.  It was rather good.

In the words of James Brown ....
I feel good.