Day 369: Week 53 Weigh-in – Six Stones Loss

Today is exactly 1 year and 4 days since I started the Cambridge Diet.

As the heading says, I am super chuffed to report that I have now lost exactly six stones.

I am totally stunned by the fact that if I lose just under a stone and a half, (9.4kg) my BMI will go from obese to overweight.

I have not been overweight since I was 18 years old.

This week, I have also noticed that I am actually smaller. I took a picture of myself trying some clothes out. I looked smaller. I had to make sure it wasn’t just the camera angle. I took another picture. And another. And another. And another.

There were no magical tricks by my phone camera. I have actually lost noticeable weight.

I was wearing size 12 clothes. I pinch myself but yes, I can wear size 12 clothes.

proud of myself

This weekend, I am having an all girls’ party. It will be fun and there will be lots of food. I will have a great time, enjoy a treat or two but I will try my best not to go mad.

Thank you to all of you that have stayed on this journey with me and supported me through it all. Still a way to go but I’ll get there.

thank you

Week Fifty three’s Verdict: today’s weight 86.1 kg, week’s weight loss 1.8 kg (3.96 pounds); total weight loss;  38.3 kg; 84.3 pounds; 6 stones 0.4 pounds



Day 257: Week 37 Weigh-In – Note to Self: Must Do Better.

I have had a mixed week and a half on the diet.

I guess part of it is that I have been on the Cambridge Diet for 8 and a half months. By the standards that every other person on all other Facebook pages seem to lose weight, I should have been losing an average of a stone a month. I am nowhere near losing anything like that amount of weight and it gets demoralising on a low calorie diet where I eat three manufactured products daily.

My metabolism might also be a bit fucked because a lunch just over a week ago, resulted in a 1kg weight gain and eating carbs (and lots of it) in a party at the weekend, meant a 2kg weight gain in one day. I therefore found myself with a total 3.6kg gain in just 4 days.

My bad.

I have nearly lost all the weight gain and even though it’s disappointing that I don’t lose as much weight as other people, I have to stay on the diet 100% to shift the weight.

I have an event in two weeks’ time and my challenge is to stay on the diet 100% until that event.

The week hasn’t been great in that I had very bad tummy for two full days following my carb porn. That would teach me. A great outcome of the bad tummy is losing 2.9 kg (6.4 pounds) in 3 days.

I won’t recommend that weight loss regime.

I also have flu with all its bells and whistles. So much for that flu vaccination a few short weeks ago. I am avoiding sugary sore throat and cough sweets. This will get better when it gets better.

This diet is a lifeline and I will not keep fucking it up.

I have given myself until end of May 2016 to get to a healthy weight and as you can see from the Monitor Your Weight App Screenshot below, I am still pretty much on track to hit that target.


Note to self: Must do better.

I must not become complacent with this diet because it is still the most weight I have lost, in the quickest time, of any diet that I have ever been on.

Week Thirty Seven’s Verdict: today’s weight 88.9 kg, week’s weight loss 0.8 kg (1.76 pounds); total weight loss; 35.5 kg; 78.1 pounds; 5 stones 8 pounds


Verdict – The Weighing Challenge

I’ve had a couple of messages asking whether I was able to resist weighing after this blog entry admitting to my addiction to the bathroom scale.

Are you kidding me?

Of course…

I did…


Succeed in resisting the urge to weigh…

In fact…

I did…



Last the day…

That night…

I thought…

Sod it…

And I jumped on the scale…

End of story.

Bite me.

Bite me

On a serious note, there are worse addictions on earth and if jumping on and off the scale rocks my world, is it really that bad?

I had a good chat with my Cambridge consultant about it and we decided that as long as I did not allow whatever the scale says to derail me, she was OK with me weighing every morning and some nights and would support me 100%. Aww.

In my quest to prove that weighing daily is a good thing for me because the only type of surprises I like are presents when it isn’t a special occasion it helps me manage good and bad news on a daily basis without the shock of finding out my weight at the end of the week and becoming despondent, I sent her this article of a 2015 study (summarised here) that concluded that people who weigh daily have a better chance of losing weight and keeping it off. Let’s of course ignore the fact that if the pool for the research are people that weigh daily, it is perhaps biased towards people who care about their weight anyway.

The flip side of weighing daily is of course having seen a gain of a massive 0.6 kg on the scale yesterday. I can’t exactly talk about it or whine about it without getting an earful for weighing daily given that it isn’t official weighing day. Yes, it could be water retention, hormones and all those other things. Blah blah blah.

And no, there has been absolutely zero cheating, I am still 100% following the diet. And yes, I will continue to be a 100%er.

The bottom-line is that if I insist on weighing daily, I must be woman enough to deal with the consequences.

My entirely unsolicited advice? Do whatever you’ve got to do to keep you going strong, motivated and on the plan 100%.

And the 0.6 kg gain? It’s gone. Plus more. Happy days.

Bathroom scales


Day 19 – Week Three Weigh-In

The results are in.

The votes have been counted and verified…by numerous neurotic jumping on the scales to ensure true weight but sssh let’s keep quiet about that bit.

It’s not an earth shattering weight loss but the scales went down.

I have lost weight three weeks in a row. That’s some kind of record for me. I’m good with that.

Week three’s verdict: Today’s weight 116 kg, weekly loss of 1 kg (2.2 pounds); total loss; 8.4 kg (18.5 pounds)

Yes, I am thrilled with a 2.2 pounds loss and 18.5 pounds loss in 18 full days.

So here’s the challenge for my body for week four. I want one of those high Cambridge Weight Plan losses. You know, three pounds, four pounds, five pounds. That sort of thing. Let’s hit a big one. Please. Pretty please.

Let’s fucking do this.

No messing.

lets fucking do this


Day 16 – The Weigh that I Am

I am an addict.

Acceptance they say is the first step to recovery from addiction. I fully admit that I am an obsessive addict.

I am addicted to the scale. Yes, that simple bathroom scale that tells us our weight.

I weigh every single day of my life whether I am on a diet or not. If there is a scale in a hotel room when I’m on holiday, I will jump on it every single day without fail. Funny but it doesn’t stop me stuffing my face on holiday.

I weigh every single morning before eating, drinking or showering, wearing the same thing and at as near the same time as possible. If my nightdress changes, I work out the difference in the articles of clothing and then stick to the new nightwear. The weighing of course only happens after morning wee and poo (TMI) to reflect my true weight.

Sometimes, I even weigh at night but that’s just for record and as a little preview to the next day’s weight as I can often predict the difference between my evening and the next morning’s weight. Sometimes like this morning, I get it spectacularly wrong although of course my weight might have been affected by being woken in the middle of the night and an early start but let’s not go there. Let’s just accept that I was wrong.

When I am on a diet and I weigh, I analyse the hell out of the daily weight. I’d analyse the previous day’s water and food intake, exercise or anything that might have affected my weight. Sometimes, the weight would mean that I would change my food, reduce salt intake, stop eating a certain food because my body doesn’t like it after a certain hour. Adjust a certain type of exercise if it doesn’t promote weight loss.

The analysis could of course be totally non-sensical because analysing my post Cambridge food diary yesterday before deciding what I would have for my dinner, to ensure I ate something that would promote weight loss proved somewhat futile. From my food diary, having omelettes and prawns for dinner both promoted and inhibited weight loss. Go figure.

I fully appreciate the pointlessness of weighing daily because I know all those things about the human body, especially the female of the specie, having a mind of it’s own and being entirely mysterious to even the most studied biologists; the mystery of why certain things happen to our bodies. I know that weight fluctuates every second for countless reasons and the daily weight doesn’t conclusively tell me anything. I know I could be losing fat and retaining water, hence no loss or a little gain. Blah blah blah.

And of course there are the flip sides to weighing daily. The weeks where I have worked hard only for the scales to refuse to budge. The oh fuck it, I won’t lose anything this week, so eat that thing I shouldn’t eat after all it will not affect my official Saturday weight record. I fully accept that the scale can be the destroyer of diets.

The despondency and emotional torture that I am doing all I should be doing and not getting the “reward” I think I deserve. Perhaps the reward should be that I remain a 100 %er.

And please, don’t tell me that I might be losing inches because I’m afraid inches do not quite cut it like seeing my weight going down on the scales. Inches are just not as sexy as numbers on a scale going down.

I have been weighing every single day since I started the Cambridge diet. I haven’t lost any weight since Friday’s official weigh in. This hasn’t affected my motivation to stay on the diet but even though I am winning the mental battle, there is that devious little Imp…

Today, I sent a text to my consultant saying: “No loss since Friday! Should I start panicking, hit the gym or calm down and take a chill pill?”

She gave me the kick up the backside that I needed. I paraphrase but it was something like if you want this diet to work, get off the fucking scale.

Her challenge to me is that I mustn’t weigh until our meeting on Friday morning. I love a challenge; I just can’t bet that I won’t sneak in a teeny weeny little preview on the scale. Perhaps I won’t. Maybe, just maybe, I might succeed in the challenge. Or maybe I won’t.

Note to self: Step away from the [x] scale woman.

[x] is of course optional.

[x] = fucking.