Just letting Joe Schmidt know I'm available
I'm actually changing my approach to food. This is coming from the person who on the way back from my 'before' photo, pulled swiftly into a fast food joint on the journey home and bought burgers and chips. A last supper. I shouldn't have been, but I was eating while driving. In my manic haste, the burger fell out of it's greasy little bag and landed on the floor of the car. Now bearing in mind that I have a dog who sheds every second and travels in the car a lot, I should have discarded it. No, I picked it up off the filthy hairy floor of the car and shovelled it in. Not normal behaviour. But now I think I might be becoming normal. A yoghurt is a treat. And my protein chocolate and cereal bars from the Motivation Clinic are a definite treat. I get hysterical with anticipation about them. Now I don't look much thinner. Yet, that is. But I'm determined I will.. I could still line out for Ireland in the Rugby World Cup and hold my own in the scrum as a second row, but I'm getting there.
The realisation has hit me that the pictures on processed meal packets look way better than they taste. So I've actually started making my own stuff. Quick and easy to start with but much nicer even though I say so myself.
I used to skip breakfast and lunch, unless I was meeting someone for lunch. Now I have all three meals and my protein bars, which is definitely making me less likely to eat my body weight at night. Now the drink is another matter. I was in West Cork at the weekend and once again over imbibed.I was good enough about the food though. So it was with the same fear that I keep harping on about that I went into Susan in the Motivation Clinic. And guess what! I was down four pounds. That's thirteen pounds in three weeks. Over the moon would be an understatement. I've lost two and a half inches off my boobs. Hopefully my bra will fit me properly soon and I won't have that other little set of boobs coming out the side. I'll be a 32A yet