That’s the catch cry in our house whenever someone is hungry… thanks to Margery Dawes (the Fat Fighters consultant a-la Little Britain).  When Graham and I have a yearning to eat something after tea, we tell the other to have some dust.

Good job we have a plentiful supply of dust in our house.

Thursdays have become my weigh-in day.  Last week, I jumped on and was thrilled to see that I’d lost 1.1kg in the week since starting my food diary.  I’ve never been a fan of scales, preferring to rely on how things “feel”, but I couldn’t resist just checking.  I do know how fickle scales can be though, and figured if I rechecked my weight later that day, it would probably tell me that I’d put it all back on!

This morning I was a bit hesitant, but decided to check anyway.  Afterall, if my food diary was indeed working, I really did want to know about it.  If it wasn’t, then hell, I dunno what I’d do!!

I can now proudly report a weight loss of 2kg in the last two weeks!  The 1.1kg from last week, and 900g this week.  If someone had told me that they had lost an average of a kilogram a week, I’d probably suggest the loss was a little too rapid, but I really can’t say that I’m doing anything wrong.  My eating habits have just become very routine, and I’ve simply replaced less-than-ideal foods with healthy alternatives.  My food during the day at work hasn’t changed;  it’s just the snacking when I get home from work, and after tea, that has changed.  Pretty simple stuff, but obviously my body was crying out to be treated better!

But like anything I do, when I get passionate about something, I get obsessed.  For example, there’s a bowl of leftover cream cheese icing in the fridge from when I made a carrot cake for the kids’ lunches earlier in the week (healthy option I might add – yoghurt replaced the cooking oil!).  Yesterday I decided to stick my finger into the icing as a treat – but of course I had to write that bloody indiscretion down in my notebook!!  Then again, if I hadn’t have recorded it, what’s the point of having the notebook if it’s not going to keep me honest?

So I’m now the lightest I can ever recall being as an adult.  How far will I go with all of this?  Sub-60kg is tantalisingly close, but I’m not so sure that’s a healthy weight for my height and training.  I’m sure Ella will tell me when I’m about right (afterall, she told me this morning that I was pretty fat at Wanaka – thanks luvvy, I’m well aware of that!!).