Day 236: Week 34 Weigh-In – Another Life Changing Target Smashed

This has been a horrendous week but as the title implies, I have some good news to share.

I wrote about my blip last Friday morning. It actually got worse than that. And then another blip on Monday night when I was in too much pain to be able to prepare a meal. Plus my period was on.

Excuses excuses excuses. Life is all about choices. I made some wrong choices on my diet this week, and it might happen again in this marathon quest but for now, I am back on track and I must keep going.

The good news is that I got back on that horse and even though I had gained silly weight from my blips as my body reacts insanely to carbs, I managed to lose all the gain plus a little more.

never let a stumble

This week I have lost 0.5 kg; that is 1.1 pounds.

But more importantly, today’s weight is 89.6kg. Not only am I thrilled to be 80something but my BMI has gone from 48.5 when I started this diet weighing 124.4kg, which is very high risk Morbidly Obese Class III to just under 35, which is low risk Obese Class I.


I celebrate becoming Obese Class I, changing my life and lowering my risks for illnesses including heart attacks, strokes, type 2 diabetes, high blood pressure and even breast and bowel cancer.

morbidly obese

The next stop in my BMI journey will be BMI classification Overweight. This will happen when my weight drops to 76.6kg. I am only 13 kg (28.6 pounds); a teeny weeny bit over 2 stones away from this target. The last time I was anywhere near 76.6 kg was when I was 18 years old.

My 42 years old heart skips a bit to realise that I am only two stones away from a weight I haven’t been anywhere near since I was a teenager.

I have no doubt that there will be other obstacles in my weight-loss journey.

I may stumble and fall but I have to remain strong and promise myself that for the first time in my life, I will get to the end of a weight loss journey.

If I fall, I get up and keep going. I owe it to myself to get to a healthy weight.

I must get to the end of this quest. I must complete this journey of self love.

The three visuals below from Model My Diet say it all; my weight at the beginning, my current weight and the future weight that takes me to a healthy BMI. I am more than half way through my weigh-loss quest.

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Week Thirty Four’s Verdict: today’s weight 89.6 kg, week’s weight loss 0.5 kg (1.1 pounds); total weight loss; 34.8 kg; 76.6 pounds; 5 stones 6.7 pounds


Day 233: In Agony and Incapacitated – Anyone for Lemonade?

I’ve had a bit of setback on the diet front but I’m right back on that horse.

Eight months is a long time to be on a diet that includes eating three manufactured products a day. I miss my “normal” low GI/low carb diet of tons of colourful salads and abundance of grilled fish and meat. I miss the freedom of being able to dine out outside of a low carb treat, and get back to my salads the next day.

I miss my old life but the heathy aspects, not the bits that would have involved lying in bed, feeling sorry for myself and scoffing my face full of chocolates.

I have had a scary few days of back pain so excruciatingly painful that the only relief I get is when I lie down. Even sitting down for 5 minutes is unbearable, let alone standing or walking.

If this pain doesn’t subside soon, I am well and truly fucked.

It is very scary living on my own and finding myself this incapacitated. It makes the world a scary place because I need to stand and walk and sit and function and even with pain killers, sitting down is a nightmare.

I started this post moaning about eating Cambridge diet products but they have sort of saved me the last few days because I have had the readymade products (bars and tetra shakes) by my bed and only needed to drag myself to the kitchen to prepare one meal a day; dosed up in painkillers that don’t work.

I have even had to cancel my therapy session because there is no way on earth I can sit down for just over an hour without dying of pain.

I really hope the pain gets better.

I can’t wait to see the end of this year.

It sucks lemon.

Anyone for lemonade?



Day 228 – Winter is Coming!

This morning, I woke up with back pain so severe, I could have given my right arm for someone to rub my back…and the other arm for a chance to lie in bed.

OK maybe not quite my right arm or my left arm. I need both arms.

I digress.

My back has been so painful all week and there is little I can do about it.

I would cherish the luxury of lying in bed resting it but when you’re on your own, that is a luxury that is not always possible. I had things to do, people to attend to like gardeners who come once a fortnight and so I dragged myself from bed, got washed, dressed and carried on.

If you’re a fan of Game of Thrones, you’ll understand the reference to winter is coming.

If you’re not, you are missing out.


I have to do one of Jon Snow.

I can’t help myself.

jon snow

I am terrified of being on my own over the winter months for reasons that I cannot explain right now other than to say that once the snow and ice set in, I will effectively be trapped indoors until they sufficiently thaw.

I do not know what I will do when winter comes but like the song says, one day at a time, sweet Jesus. 

So dragging my excruciatingly painful back around this afternoon, I had a task to attend to.

Many of the radiators including bathrooms and my bedroom haven’t been producing sufficient heat and so I tackled the completely new task of trying to bleed the radiators.

First task was trying to find a radiator key given that in 11.5 years in my home, it was something I had never done before.

I was exhausted by the wasted energy before I finally found a key.

Second task was bleeding the radiators with a little container to collect water and then disaster struck. Gushing water that would not stop from the first radiator I tried to bleed. In my defence, there was no hissing sound of air, just straight to water and I deliberated whether I was meant to gather the water. Duh.

Note to self: Google Google Google before undertaking new tasks.


I’m glad to report that after that disastrous start, I have managed to bleed all radiators in this four bedroom house; well except two covered with Victorian radiator covers.

Nope, I won’t even attempt removing those covers.

I know my limits…

But I have another one to add to new skill sets.

I can bleed radiators.

Job done.