French knickers

At 11:00am on the nose every day for the past week and a half my mobile phone trills a reminder. It reads:

“9.5kg in 8 weeks … YOU CAN DO IT!”

Cheesy – absolutely! Effective – you betcha! It seems to help keep me focused. I will admit that I do feel like I'm turning into a born again WW fanatic (defined as someone who turns into a food nazi and starts posting ridiculous Tony Robinson snippets all over the house) but you gotta do what you gotta do to keep the momentum going! As of tomorrow, I’m going to have to update it … as I have now bought a set of scales to weigh myself and as of this week, it's only 7 weeks to Dubai.

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Yesterday I spotted some sexy French knickers in Dorothy Perkins that I am so going to buy. They’re gorgeous – completely lace with this little cut out above the bot-bot crack and above that a satin bow. I have never owned something so feminine before. I'm just so excited that I will be able to buy lingerie in a 'normal' size!

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I’m noticing that I’m starting to eat less … not necessarily because of the band (I’m yet to achieve proper restriction) but because I’m not as focused on food. Don’t get me wrong, bandsters … I don’t eat nearly as such as I use to but I can still eat way too much for someone who has a lap band. But I had a great food experience yesterday. I went to my favourite Italian restaurant and ordered what I have always have - spinach and ricotta ravioli. I ended up eating only half the portion. What's that about?! Prior to surgery, I would scrape the plate clean, wash it down with a diet coke chaser and follow it awfully closely with a warm chocolate pudding and a latte.

These days I’m trying to squish so much into a day that I barely have a moment to lust over food. My interest has waned. I eat to live, not live to eat. Since I’ve seriously hit the gym, added a few extra curricular activities to my week and thrown myself head long into my job, I’m feeling fulfilled. Ordinarily, on a day to day basis, I would cram food down my neck to combat feelings of boredom, loneliness, anger, frustration … etc ad nauseam. But it has dawned on me that I’m not medicating myself with food. I am finding other outlets for my emotions which is a massive, massive accomplishment.

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Tomorrow is weigh day – nekked weigh day! Bottoms up to waiting with baited breath!