kerrypants
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I've been on SS for 7 days now, started on the 10th and by my first weigh in on the 13th id already lost 5lbs. Don't know what loss im at right now, my first weigh in after a full week is this thursday (well, it'll have been 10 days), but i think it should be good because i've been completely 100% and working very hard, picking up extra shifts (I work with people with multiple and profound learning disabilities, lots of moving and handling and such so quite physical work), walked the 45 minutes to work several times too.
Everyone I work with knows that im doing SS, they've all asked questions and they are all supporting me 100%, as are my little borther and sister, and my boyfriend.
My dad, however, is a different matter.
I'm still cooking for my family every single night, which has been tough but i got over it. Tonight, my dad comes in from work while im cooking, goes to the biscuit barrel and starts moaning because someone has emptied out a packet of cookies on top of his digestives so he had to go on a dig to find them. He immediately looked at me. The conversation went as follows:
Me: why are you looking at me, how many times do i have to tell you, im not eating!!
Dad: well so you say but i cant see any difference
Me: only started it 7 days ago, how much of a difference to you expect to see so quickly?!
Dad: well i wouldnt be remotely surprised if you're scoffing behind everyones backs...
I can't post the language I used back at him, but i'm sure you can imagine.
Why do people have to be so bloody awful when you're trying to do something good? I can't win the man, he always comments on my weight, taunting me, even to the point a few weeks ago when i bought a new bed he asked me if it had a weight limit, but he's just as bad when im dieting!
Sorry, but I had to have that little rant. x
Everyone I work with knows that im doing SS, they've all asked questions and they are all supporting me 100%, as are my little borther and sister, and my boyfriend.
My dad, however, is a different matter.
I'm still cooking for my family every single night, which has been tough but i got over it. Tonight, my dad comes in from work while im cooking, goes to the biscuit barrel and starts moaning because someone has emptied out a packet of cookies on top of his digestives so he had to go on a dig to find them. He immediately looked at me. The conversation went as follows:
Me: why are you looking at me, how many times do i have to tell you, im not eating!!
Dad: well so you say but i cant see any difference
Me: only started it 7 days ago, how much of a difference to you expect to see so quickly?!
Dad: well i wouldnt be remotely surprised if you're scoffing behind everyones backs...
I can't post the language I used back at him, but i'm sure you can imagine.
Why do people have to be so bloody awful when you're trying to do something good? I can't win the man, he always comments on my weight, taunting me, even to the point a few weeks ago when i bought a new bed he asked me if it had a weight limit, but he's just as bad when im dieting!
Sorry, but I had to have that little rant. x