Up a kilogram this week – it’s not unexpected but still annoying. I seem to be hovering around this 73-75 kg mark forever. I really don’t need to do much to gain at the moment – my weight is like a frail butterfly. It wouldn’t be so bad if I’d gone out and had a huge binge-a-rama but it’s just all the little extras.
I’ve had enough. This is it. From now I’m going to be the Jackie Chan of weight loss – I’m going to kick 74’s arse then giving 73 a roundhouse kick to the head. I’m going to flatten the chops of 72. Near enough isn’t good enough for me.
I don’t know if I mentioned this before but I’m thinking of changing my goal to 65 instead of 70. When I started out, 70 shimmered on the horizon like a distant dream. It’s the top of my healthy weight range but I don’t know if I want to be the top of the range. I’d like to be somewhere around the middle and 65 sounds good to me.