With my feminist sensibilities I shouldn’t even care.
But I can’t help it. I am contradictory. Although that places me in good company.
But it’s bad that I haven’t lost as much as I thought and it’s bad that it takes so much “giving up” to lose the little weight that I did.
But it’s good I’m being healthier and still losing the fat.
But it’s bad I even care. And it is bad that I care that I haven’t lost much weight.
And it’s good that, considering I went to the exercise physiologist for recurring back pain not for weight loss, that I haven’t had any pain for 5 weeks. (Only a niggling hip for a few days.)
Anyway, enough with the dilemmas.
I am 68 kilos. (But 67 on my home scales?)
Dropping half a kilo a fortnight. So bloody slow!
Still at least I am in the healthy weight range again.
Opps. Enough with the dilemmas!
My exercise physiologist says 67 kilos is doable on my current eating and exercise but any lower will either mean a much bigger change to my eating or stepping up my exercise to something I have no time or inclination to do.