This morning's scales told her she gained half a lb last week.. and was I surprised? No, for in one week if you cook and two slices of Buck Rarebit, two lots of toast, pan fried Scallops, go to dinner with friends and eat like a python, have two helpings of Malaysian dumplings, a large scones with thick cream, strawberry jam and two fried eggs on sourdough toast, you can't NOT gain weight!
But she knew she hadn't lost anything, old knee told her as did her stomach. The week before last she had enjoyed an unusually strange and very pleasant feeling of not being hungry but feeling empty, of feeling light and satisfied and, as you know, at the end of that week, she lost 3lbs.
She keeps a (very honest) food diary, everything she eats is written down, so she has just looked back and seen that she had drunk more water, eaten more steamed and raw vegetables, had had fruit for breakfast, protein of fish and a tiny bit of meat was cooked simply, she hadn't mixed protein and starch at the same meal and she hadn't eaten any bread.
Ah well, this week she'll revert to eating as before, for you cannot eat like a python and lose weight. I had better explain this expression for you. Pythons have the ability to unlock their jaws, this enables them to swallow huge amounts of food and she, unfortunately, has the same ability, if something is truly delicious she'll have a second helping, not because she's hungry, but because she likes the taste.
She went to the market and bought carrots, purple sprouting brocolli, miniature button mushrooms, lemons and grapefruits. Water comes out of a tap, for which she is always grateful. No more coffee, it was a treat yesterday but she's not sure that it does her insides a great deal of good and she has to admit that, apart from the odd longing for a short, strong black, she doesn't miss it.
She has fish and meat in the frosty larder, which means there's plenty of good stuff for us to eat this week, she'll buy a new pot of hummus during the week but that's for me.
Back to her target loss of 14lbs, if she were Pat, it would be possible by Christmas, for Pat has never gained and has now lost over 2.5 stones (35lbs) in 18 weeks. Sigh.. if she wasn't so sweet and had promised her a pine green woolly knitted hat for Christmas, she'd be envious. But you can't be envious of Pat, for she's lovely and very funny!
Yes, only another 14 lbs (a stone) to go and she'll be down to her first target weight, she used to weigh less but being older she'll see how her face looks. Old dodgy knees, of course, want her to be as light as possible but as she discussed with Pat, Pauline and Anthony when they all first met and talked about what they wanted to lose, who knows when it will be like when I get there? Note that I wrote 'when' and not 'if'!
Her Gastro team and her vascular teams are both happy with her weight loss. Every body is under much less pressure if it isn't lugging around huge amounts of excess weight and every 7lbs is a bag of Winalot dried dog food in her mind! And she's lost 3.5 of those bags so far!
She was late coming back from the market and it was going to be a rush to get changed and up to the British Library for Mulled Wine and Pince Mies.. is it possible to eat just ONE? She doubts it and therefore nipped that plan in the bud.. she'll have a couple over the Christmas holiday for sure but is going to focus on her weight loss and a couple of glasses of Mulled Wine and a few (?) Pince Mies would not have helped.
It isn't as if she doesn't know what they taste like! For Constance was a Master Baker and made exquisite Christmas food. She started off by making her mince meat in the late summer and then it sat in big Kilner jars steeping in white rum.. what a great smell that was.. until needed.
She also made charming miniature marzipan fruits. Perfect in size and shape and beautifully painted with food colouring. A friend of my mum's in the mid 60's was in charge of catering at the Institute of Directors, he came to have supper with her just after Constance had given her some of these fruits.
He could not believe how exquisite they were and said so, she said "write to my mother and ask her if she'll make them for you, I know that she supplies a small delicatessen and she might make them for you as well", he bought as much as Constance could produced each week and was horrified when she told him she was moving to Spain in 1973.
Hers are good but not a patch on her mothers', neither is her pastry, which is a good thing as it stops her wanting to make things for which you need pastry.. fatteningly delicious things.. like a quiche Lorraine. She saw one the other day and remembered eating them at home, hot or cold, they were divine.
I have never tasted one so I am lucky, I guess. Or maybe not, who knows but we won't be having any quiche in this house until she's lost this 14lbs and then it will only be a slice, if I'm lucky! Don't feel too sorry for me, for I know there's a fresh tub of Goaty curd in the chilly white larder with my name on it!
Now I have to see what's going on in YumYum HQ, we are having an early night, it is bitterly cold out there, she has a couple of unread library books with which to amuse herself and I've her head to sit upon and will doze.
GeeGee Parrot.
November 23rd, 2015.
But she knew she hadn't lost anything, old knee told her as did her stomach. The week before last she had enjoyed an unusually strange and very pleasant feeling of not being hungry but feeling empty, of feeling light and satisfied and, as you know, at the end of that week, she lost 3lbs.
She keeps a (very honest) food diary, everything she eats is written down, so she has just looked back and seen that she had drunk more water, eaten more steamed and raw vegetables, had had fruit for breakfast, protein of fish and a tiny bit of meat was cooked simply, she hadn't mixed protein and starch at the same meal and she hadn't eaten any bread.
Ah well, this week she'll revert to eating as before, for you cannot eat like a python and lose weight. I had better explain this expression for you. Pythons have the ability to unlock their jaws, this enables them to swallow huge amounts of food and she, unfortunately, has the same ability, if something is truly delicious she'll have a second helping, not because she's hungry, but because she likes the taste.
She went to the market and bought carrots, purple sprouting brocolli, miniature button mushrooms, lemons and grapefruits. Water comes out of a tap, for which she is always grateful. No more coffee, it was a treat yesterday but she's not sure that it does her insides a great deal of good and she has to admit that, apart from the odd longing for a short, strong black, she doesn't miss it.
She has fish and meat in the frosty larder, which means there's plenty of good stuff for us to eat this week, she'll buy a new pot of hummus during the week but that's for me.
Back to her target loss of 14lbs, if she were Pat, it would be possible by Christmas, for Pat has never gained and has now lost over 2.5 stones (35lbs) in 18 weeks. Sigh.. if she wasn't so sweet and had promised her a pine green woolly knitted hat for Christmas, she'd be envious. But you can't be envious of Pat, for she's lovely and very funny!
Yes, only another 14 lbs (a stone) to go and she'll be down to her first target weight, she used to weigh less but being older she'll see how her face looks. Old dodgy knees, of course, want her to be as light as possible but as she discussed with Pat, Pauline and Anthony when they all first met and talked about what they wanted to lose, who knows when it will be like when I get there? Note that I wrote 'when' and not 'if'!
Her Gastro team and her vascular teams are both happy with her weight loss. Every body is under much less pressure if it isn't lugging around huge amounts of excess weight and every 7lbs is a bag of Winalot dried dog food in her mind! And she's lost 3.5 of those bags so far!
She was late coming back from the market and it was going to be a rush to get changed and up to the British Library for Mulled Wine and Pince Mies.. is it possible to eat just ONE? She doubts it and therefore nipped that plan in the bud.. she'll have a couple over the Christmas holiday for sure but is going to focus on her weight loss and a couple of glasses of Mulled Wine and a few (?) Pince Mies would not have helped.
It isn't as if she doesn't know what they taste like! For Constance was a Master Baker and made exquisite Christmas food. She started off by making her mince meat in the late summer and then it sat in big Kilner jars steeping in white rum.. what a great smell that was.. until needed.
She also made charming miniature marzipan fruits. Perfect in size and shape and beautifully painted with food colouring. A friend of my mum's in the mid 60's was in charge of catering at the Institute of Directors, he came to have supper with her just after Constance had given her some of these fruits.
He could not believe how exquisite they were and said so, she said "write to my mother and ask her if she'll make them for you, I know that she supplies a small delicatessen and she might make them for you as well", he bought as much as Constance could produced each week and was horrified when she told him she was moving to Spain in 1973.
Hers are good but not a patch on her mothers', neither is her pastry, which is a good thing as it stops her wanting to make things for which you need pastry.. fatteningly delicious things.. like a quiche Lorraine. She saw one the other day and remembered eating them at home, hot or cold, they were divine.
I have never tasted one so I am lucky, I guess. Or maybe not, who knows but we won't be having any quiche in this house until she's lost this 14lbs and then it will only be a slice, if I'm lucky! Don't feel too sorry for me, for I know there's a fresh tub of Goaty curd in the chilly white larder with my name on it!
Now I have to see what's going on in YumYum HQ, we are having an early night, it is bitterly cold out there, she has a couple of unread library books with which to amuse herself and I've her head to sit upon and will doze.
GeeGee Parrot.
November 23rd, 2015.
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