141.6 on the scales.

I felt a little low again yesterday evening and shared some strawberries with TSC (God, I love strawberries). I had them last night because I’m out tonight and they needed eating up. Having them late in the evening stops me getting hungry from the sugars though.

Later into the evening, with uni work to do, I still felt low and to stop me falling into a study-induced coma, I had another rehydration sachet for the sodium and potassium. It seemed to work and, just like last time, I had to get up in the night as I was bursting for a wee again. (I pretty much never need to pee in the night, yet twice I’ve taken the salts and twice I’ve had a monster wee in the, erm, wee hours). I’m not sure rehydration sachets are the most practical thing (seems a little artifical to me) so I might have some broth type substance on standby for when I feel low on a fast day. I don’t feel grim very often but when I do, it seems to be a lack of salts/dehydration that’s behind it.

Also, I’ve been thinking about what to do when our friend stays over. Today is a food day, so that’s easy. Tomorrow TSC says he and his friend will eat out so I can fast tomorrow without a problem. Saturday is a food day so that’s easy and then Sunday is the tricky one. Maybe I should just skip one fast day.

I was thinking: what’s the worst that could happen? I could get bloaty again but one fast day will sort that out and I’ll be back to normal again.

I could gain some weight but is that so bad? I’m at a good weight at the moment so can afford to go up a smidge, as I know I’ll come back down again once I go back to normal. I feel confident that a few pounds up one week is not going to ruin my life. I’m sure skipping a fast day isn’t the end of the world. If I can accept a small gain as a fact of life when we go off cycle-touring then I’m sure I can cope with it now.  I think I should just not worry about it. You never know, the sudden upping of calories might even be good for me this once.

Losing weight can sometimes feel like you’re climbing a mountain and you constantly want to be making progress and, crucially, be  seeing that you’re making progress. Sometimes, though, it might be better to climb down a little and or rest up before continuing up. It’s hard not to be afraid of gaining weight again, though. When you’ve put effort into something you’re really loathe to watch it get undone but I should be able to relax a bit. If I do gain a little it won’t be a huge amount and most importantly it’s reversible. For the first time in my life I feel like it IS reversible.

Also, for the first time in my life I feel thin! Maybe it’s the nice weather, which means I can wear skirts (which flatter me more than trousers ever can). I still don’t admire what I see in the mirror but when clothed I look quite presentable.

Eats: 2 slices rye bread w/honey | 2 peaches | 2  milk tea | 1 muesli | rye bread w/tuna | 1 fruit pastilles | lots of crisps w/salsa dip | 3 chipolatas w/ wholemeal roll | some salad |half grilled red pepper stuffed w/rice and lentils | no-bake amaretti cake | 3/4 bottle of red wine |

Exercise: commute in with a headwind, commute home with tailwind | cycle to friend’s house across town

Weather: cloudy morning, afternoon was bright. 21C. NE wind again