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Me-1, The Bulge-0

I have become somewhat obsessed with my little weight loss project. And I think it's good to be a little obsessed about it. Paranoia helps in this first few months of the journey. The last thing I want is to be complacent and thinking, "Oh, I've lost 5 kilos so I deserve reward myself", without having a stopping point at the end. I think I have "rewarded" myself enough now but I really need to get back on track. Some friends have told me to celebrate this achievement but seriously, this is just a mini achievement and you know what they say, winning the battle doesn't guarantee winning the war.

While I am thrilled to be losing the first milestone, I am still paranoid that I may gain back some of the kilos lost throughout this week. Oh food, why must you be my undoing? Yes, I still love food a lot! I don't think I will ever stop loving it. But like one article I read (have been reading quite a few lately), don't call it a diet but instead call it a lifestyle change. This is what I'm doing and this is probably one of the reasons why it seems to be working for me now. I sure hope this will keep working for me. Eep!

Did I mention that I finally got my digital weighing machine? Yep, when my sister Doc was around that was the one thing I asked of her. To get me a GREEN digital weighing machine. :D It's now my most precious and most hated thing in the whole world. I LOVE it when it shows that I have lost some weight but I absolutely LOATHE it when it's otherwise. Scary right? But if I don't get all paranoid, I might let myself go. THERE ARE HEAPS OF CHOCOLATES IN THE FRIDGE NOW!!! All imported from the UK. Sigh...

I also realise that healthy eating is not enough. And I HATE to exercise so thank GOD for the x-trainer. Now whenever I feel bloated or if I have overeaten I would jump on the machine to sweat out the guilt. It's been good so far. I'm up to 30 minutes and sweating buckets. And I enjoy it so that's a plus point which makes me look forward to it too. Anyhow, vanity aside, I need this for my health. *wink*

(cue music...)

"Maybe this time, I'll be lucky; Maybe this time, I'll win...!"


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