I escaped the wrath of the scales on Tuesday, and was instead met with mercy. My weight has started to drop back down again, after two weeks of no losses.
The dietician was sweet as always. She asked about my goals for 2013 and I cringed. "I guess I haven't really thought about it". Which is true, kinda. I see things more on a weekly or monthly basis. I've had my bloods taken just this morning, and I'm seeing the lovely GP when she gets back next week. Finally.
For this week, I have every meal planned. I'm aiming for under 700 this week, and maybe next week I'll try going back up to 800 calories. It all depends on the scales. So far today, I've had a slice of toast and some yoghurt for breakfast, and a bowl of tomato soup with an apple for lunch. In a few hours I'm going to make a smoothie, then cook fish with potato and salad for dinner. With a Special K bar before bed, I'll finish the day at around 650 calories. Anything under 800 should lead to a loss, while keeping me somewhat physically stable. Not the world's fastest weight loss, but slowly shrinking nonetheless.
The last two weeks have been so erratic with my eating patterns, it'll be good to have some sort of routine back (though I did make a stew and have a few glasses of wine on Tuesday). I'm starting to panic about the GP next week, but it's the only way to get my head sorted out. I can't think straight, and at the moment I'm just trying to stay afloat until I can.