Aubergine
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I've been lurking around this site since finding Icemoose's diary while googling for Lighter Life, way back in September. It took me two weeks to pluck up courage to call someone from the Cambridge Diet site.
I count it as a great kindness from Fate or God or chance or The Giant Green Pixie In The Sky or whatever it is that determines the way the cards fall for us that the person at the other end of the phone was Summerskye.
I only really called up for information but somehow on Friday 13th September, after meeting her I found myself agreeing to give CD a try -- and sole-sourcing at that and I started on the Sunday.
I love that it was Friday 13th. It fits with the rest of my life -- my parents met on Halloween, I came into the world ar$e first etc etc -- so it seems only right that this diet, which is changing my life, began on an inauspicious date.
When I began the diet, it was the least positive that I have ever been about beginning a diet. Usually I was all "RAH RAH RAH, I WILL SUCCEED THIS TIME, I AM DIETER, HEAR ME ROAR!!!" etc etc. This time I started more out of quiet desperation. Something had to change but I had no hope that it would. Indeed, I thought I'd fall off the wagon just like I have every single other time before.
Yet somehow the wheels have not come off. Despite this being the strictest diet I have ever followed, there have been few episodes of cheating and none that have yet affected my weight loss because they were rare.
The reason I want to start a weight loss diary now, on the start of my eighth week of the diet, is that I am starting to believe that I can make it stick this time and I think I'd like to record how it feels to weigh less now than at any time for years.
Because that's where I am right now: I weigh less than at any time this century.
On Saturday morning I got on my scales -- which will be known from now on as the Scales of Joy, largely because they are set at three to four pounds less than the Scales of Great Strictness at Summer's house -- and they read less than 16 stone for the first time.
It was only a smidge below 16 stone on the SoJ, but there the number was, glowing like a small glowy thing. A 15.
And I had to sit down on the bed with my hand over my mouth trying not to cry -- and I'm not a weepy person at all, the reverse in fact, nor was it TotM -- it was just a little bit more of that dawning belief that this really *might* be the time when I can do it. I don't want to jinx myself but I believe it a little more every day.
I like to hope that in five months time I'll be looking back at the person who almost cried because she was under 16 stone and seeing it as the first stage of something more substantial.
Also, before you think that I am wetter than a haddock's swimming trunks, I must point out that after that I danced around the bedroom in my bra and pants singing I Don't Feel Like Dancing -- which was *quite* the special look -- so it wasn't all trembly-lipped emoting and woe in Casa Aubergine on Saturday
Anyway, I would like to thank you all. You won't have realised it but hearing all your stories helped so much, even the ones where you had a tough time sticking to the plan, because you've reminded me that even if you fall off the wagon, there are plenty of hands outstretched to help you climb back on.
Oh yeah, and after 15 years of between two and eight cans of Diet Coke every single day, I kicked that too. And I got free chocolate with my books from Borders and gave it away.
I am dieter, hear me roar.
Woot!
I count it as a great kindness from Fate or God or chance or The Giant Green Pixie In The Sky or whatever it is that determines the way the cards fall for us that the person at the other end of the phone was Summerskye.
I only really called up for information but somehow on Friday 13th September, after meeting her I found myself agreeing to give CD a try -- and sole-sourcing at that and I started on the Sunday.
I love that it was Friday 13th. It fits with the rest of my life -- my parents met on Halloween, I came into the world ar$e first etc etc -- so it seems only right that this diet, which is changing my life, began on an inauspicious date.
When I began the diet, it was the least positive that I have ever been about beginning a diet. Usually I was all "RAH RAH RAH, I WILL SUCCEED THIS TIME, I AM DIETER, HEAR ME ROAR!!!" etc etc. This time I started more out of quiet desperation. Something had to change but I had no hope that it would. Indeed, I thought I'd fall off the wagon just like I have every single other time before.
Yet somehow the wheels have not come off. Despite this being the strictest diet I have ever followed, there have been few episodes of cheating and none that have yet affected my weight loss because they were rare.
The reason I want to start a weight loss diary now, on the start of my eighth week of the diet, is that I am starting to believe that I can make it stick this time and I think I'd like to record how it feels to weigh less now than at any time for years.
Because that's where I am right now: I weigh less than at any time this century.
On Saturday morning I got on my scales -- which will be known from now on as the Scales of Joy, largely because they are set at three to four pounds less than the Scales of Great Strictness at Summer's house -- and they read less than 16 stone for the first time.
It was only a smidge below 16 stone on the SoJ, but there the number was, glowing like a small glowy thing. A 15.
And I had to sit down on the bed with my hand over my mouth trying not to cry -- and I'm not a weepy person at all, the reverse in fact, nor was it TotM -- it was just a little bit more of that dawning belief that this really *might* be the time when I can do it. I don't want to jinx myself but I believe it a little more every day.
I like to hope that in five months time I'll be looking back at the person who almost cried because she was under 16 stone and seeing it as the first stage of something more substantial.
Also, before you think that I am wetter than a haddock's swimming trunks, I must point out that after that I danced around the bedroom in my bra and pants singing I Don't Feel Like Dancing -- which was *quite* the special look -- so it wasn't all trembly-lipped emoting and woe in Casa Aubergine on Saturday
Anyway, I would like to thank you all. You won't have realised it but hearing all your stories helped so much, even the ones where you had a tough time sticking to the plan, because you've reminded me that even if you fall off the wagon, there are plenty of hands outstretched to help you climb back on.
Oh yeah, and after 15 years of between two and eight cans of Diet Coke every single day, I kicked that too. And I got free chocolate with my books from Borders and gave it away.
I am dieter, hear me roar.
Woot!