Today is check-in day.
Last night I voiced concerns to D that I wasn’t sure if I could’ve lost any weight. Or maybe even put some on.

I’ve come at this whole thing telling myself that I’m not changing my diet, I’m just “not being a twat”.

In reality, this has meant:
- cutting way back on snacking but not entirely
- eating smaller meal portions
- having “indulgent” food less often and in smaller amounts (fatty, creamy, sugary, carby etc)

And generally just trying to slowly restructure my relationship with food.

I have lost 6.6kg this week.
That’s over a fucking stone!

I’m gobsmacked to be honest. I know I’m still in the water weight honeymoon phase but I honestly wasn’t expecting to drop that much.

Feeling a bit dizzy and fatigued after my second jab (which seemed much more straightforward) but ok.
Cautiously optimistic.

#TaperingTroggie