Yeah, I’m up again this week. I’m not too fussed about it because I had poo issues again this morning. Also I’ve been back to the gym this week and it always takes at least a week for cardio to show up on the scales for me.
Andrew came over to watch the football with my sister the other day and so I went into spend some quality time with him (okay, I went in to scab his chocolatey football treats). We were talking about something, I can’t remember what, and he said if I’d be the type of footy coach who, if my team were on a winning streak, I’d change the lineup just for the sake of it. And it’s true. That’s what I did.
Before I would average 1,500 calories a day and I’d do around 500 calories worth of cardio a day. Doing that, I averaged around a 1 kg loss a week. Then I read stuff about as you get closer to goal, the less you should eat. So I cut back on my daily calories.
Suddenly everything became a stress: I’d debate over my morning coffee or a piece of fruit. I couldn’t eat the food I needed because I didn’t have the calories. I felt like I could *never* have any kind of treat. So, in the end, I’d think stuff this, and threw the plan out the window.
I haven’t counted calories or tracked my food in weeks.
I’m going to be at goal before I go to Sydney. That’s 3 weeks to lose 1.5 kgs. I know I can do that. I’m going back to the winning formula.