End of week 2

Nagging at me is my promise to myself to continue this blog, particularly as the results last week were so splendid. I lost 3 (yay for me!) kilos in my first week, so that was an excellent start.

Last Saturday's session at the Elite clinic was a marathon 6-hour one. I picked a good day for it, too... howling gales, torrential rain, thunderstorms. If the sun had been shining outside I might have fretted at being indoors for so long. As it was, I got there in plenty of time (having been told not to eat anything for six hours before I got there for eleven, I had only had a cup of tea all day). This was so that food would not mess up my Basic Metabolic Index test. Anyway, according to the machine(s), to lose half a kilo a week I would need to exercise 30 minutes a day and eat 1,400 calories (!!!!) Now that's not much in anyone's book, so it's just as well I don't feel hungry most of the time.

I must confess that I dropped off during the visualisation session with Marion, but that wasn't too disastrous because it was being recorded and will be given to me together with my own, personalised slimming pack, tomorrow after the "mind-band op" session.

Marion gave me some good strategies to see how much is a "normal" portion of food and it's funny how, even after years of WeightWatchers when you think you know everything there is to know about portion control, you still think that you couldn't possibly live on that, although you know that you can do, and perfectly well, too.

The session with Martin was a real bugger - he was digging and prodding away there to get at my motives for over-eating. I got quite emotional at one stage, I must confess and told him he was making me cry, although I know it wasn't his intention. I was surprised at how defensive I was and how all of me wanted to resist! Anyway, between them they gave me some good strategies, although I'm not sure I agree with Martin that dairy products are the devil in disguise.

I said that my attitude to food is akin to something that John Goodman's character said on "Rosanne". If I feel angry I squash it up into a tiny, tiny ball and swallow it - and then put lots of food on top of it.

Anyway, I did confess to being extremely angry deep down inside myself, which Martin says is something I can address at some point. I must stress, however, that he did not put any pressure on me at all to do so, it was more like the offer of a cup of tea when you visit a friend. I am seriously determined to take him up on that, when my finances have recovered from all this, though and also when I know where I will be, whether in Madrid or Barcelona.

This week I weighed myself yesterday morning (Thursday) and, according to my scales, I have lost another kilo, but yesterday I got very stressed and I must confess to eating a few more "pipas" (sunflower seeds) than I should have.

Anyway, last session tomorrow morning (another 5 a.m. wake-up call for me - grrrr).

Still, the funny thing about all this is that although I get the occasional hunger pang, if I can hang on for half an hour it disappears and so does the urgency of cramming my food down into my stomach.