What April Did In May: Part 3

I could keep going and tell you all about what I did in May.
I could tell you every last detail about all the time I spent getting to know this amazing boy.

But you want to know if these cracks got bigger.
Let me tell you.
They did.

I went to spend a weekend in Melbourne with 'the boy'; it was very special and I was beyond delighted to be there.

A beautiful hotel, beautiful city, and all that jazz - who wouldn't order 4am room service and go out to cocktails the next afternoon?
Who wouldn't eat whatever their heart desired because it was so much easier than trying hard to be good?

So, weigh-in time rolled around and even after the promises I'd made to Kim I had to go and admit what I'd done.

I stepped onto the scales, Stef and Kim watching and seeing what the numbers read.

I felt certain I had gained, and I was tense all over.

Kim looked at my record, then at me, and her smile faded.

"Well, I'm sorry April, but you've just had your first gain."

To say I was upset was an understatement.

Tears ran down my face as I walked quickly back into Kim's office.

I hid my head and cried, while Stef patted me and Kim looked at me with a grim face.

We talked about what I'd just felt, and how that should help me be motivated.

I'd gone back past the 20kg loss mark and I was devastated.

With promises to be perfect the next week I left and went home, feeling like I had failed miserably.

What April Did In May: Part 2

So...

Now we can talk about what happened in the next part of May.

Date #3: Raw fish and wine.

What's to say? Lovely night, other than the raw fish (ewww!) which was topped off with a few cocktails and a cab ride home.

Saturday night I was the designated driver (sometimes, you just have to) and Sunday was a lazy lovely day drinking more cocktails and eating what was almost a very healthy brunch. The fact that our Sunday sleep-in had us eating for the first time that day at 3pm meant that I was powerless to resist the few chips from beside my very healthy burger (4 meat, 3 grain, 3 vegetable and 2 fat!).

The cracks were starting to show.

What April Did In May: Part 1

So as I said the other day, I've met Mr Dream Man.

This happened just before the wedding - where I wore THE dress - and we went on our first date the following week.

As an aside, yes I will be posting a picture of me at the wedding but due to my overwhelming sens of "duhhhh" I did not actually get a full-length picture of myself. I know, I know.

So anyway, I went on #1 amazing date with this boy - and #2, and #3 - all of which involved some rather, well, non-JC type behaviour.

Date #1: Cocktails, beautiful Mediterranean dinner, more champagne; as IF I was going to say no.
I'd never eaten Mediterranean either, so my natural curiosity had me intrigued.
Combined with the fact that I was completely mesmerised by him, and the absolute thrill of that first date, all of this did somewhat detract from what might have been an otherwise very focussed week of food.

Date #2: Dinner at the Dendy - again, a first and so an experience I was looking to enjoy.

Don't get me wrong, both times I was very conscious of what I was eating and although I did find myself imbibing far more than what JC would allow of fantastic drinks, I was fairly confident for a loss.

Weigh-in night was Thursday.
I went in to tell the girls all about my week - of course, leaving them grinning at my stories of amazing dates (justifying my total lack of regard for alcohol limits with my "but I had a very good dinner!").

I had a loss, of a MASSIVE 3.3kg, which had me feeling falsely confident.
Ha! I though. The wunderkind returns! Moët be damned! I can get tipsy and eat good food without worrying too much! Huzzah!



Ahem.

Focus.

Stop.

April - you are NOT a wunderkind.
You are a very silly girl.
What I failed to see was that the loss came out in SPITE of what beahviour I had been displaying; my hard work in the previous weeks combined with a very modest intake of champagne at the wedding had given me a head start.

I would not be realistic.
I was caught up in the marvel of meeting someone wonderful.
I was not paying attention.

I guess we could make like a pen - and recap...?

The only way I can explain everything that's happened in the last few weeks is to go over it from the beginning.

So, join me now, won't you? On a flashback into the dreamy world of "What April Did In May".

Oops .. I Did It Again

Uh-oh...

May 4 was my last post.

I knew I hadn't posted in a while - but a month?
Talk about time flying.

What can I say? I think the only thing I can really tell you is that although you have missed out on the wonder that is this blog (yeah, ok, wonder may not necessarily be the right word but I'm going to go with it), it has been only for the very best reason.

Love.

Remember I said I wanted to meet Mr Dream Man?

*giggles*

I did.

I won't go into too much detail, I won't tell you he's the most amazing man on earth, I won't even say that I'm the happiest I've ever been.

I'll just say that I've missed blogging a little bit, and I will be updating you a little more on everything that's been happening.
I have a weigh-in tomorrow and I have, as you might have guessed by my lack of blog, fallen off the wagon a little.
As of tomorrow I am back on, baby! I will be dedicated and I will NOT be distracted.

Wish me luck - or at least, trust me when I say I will be doing my damnedest to meet my goal of 30kg down by 30th June!

If the dress or the necklace fits...

So - I tried on the dress.

IT FITS PERFECTLY!

I mean, you could even say it's a little loose - but in a good way.
It looks awesome and now I'm ridiculously excited about it.

I also thought I'd try on a necklace that still had the tag on it from 2 Christmases/birthdays ago.
Jess bought it for me and I couldn't wear it because - you guessed it - my neck was a little too ... uh .... round.

So I thought, 'Hey, why not try it on. If it still doesn't fit, well, it will.'

So guess what?



Please ignore the face, just look at my neck.

The Final Countdown

*trumpets*


I guess I have to start with a quick apology - I had promised you a double serving of JC-riffic blog post and failed to deliver.
Maybe if you're willing to forgive me, we can work through this together.

Last we spoke, I was getting ready to weigh in and also telling everyone about my exciting plans to go to see Amy Meredith in concert as a reward for cracking the 10kg mark.
I previously told you about the wedding that I am attending - I may have mentioned my goal to get to a 15kg loss by then ...

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Last week (yes, when I was supposed to blog twice and I didn't, stop harping on it!) I went to see Kim and Brooke (Stef's away, but that doesn't mean I miss out) and got to check how far I'd come.
Let me be honest and say that a loss of 900g was nothing if not totally disappointing.

Of course I attribute this lack of performance to my somewhat overzealous drinking binge, and little to no excercise.

I was pretty depressed about not even managing a kilo and didn't feel the need to blog about such a pathetic effort (so there's your reason).


So now we're in the week of the wedding and I have to say I am looking forward to seeing all of my friends and slipping into the infamous dress.
I also feel pretty nervous/excited about the idea of having a day and a half off JC food - this will be a true test of the new food principles I have been learning.


This has been a very exciting week for me, with an opportunity to be interviewed for the management course for my work - the preparation and accompanying stress may have been a factor in my loss this week!
Before JC I might have thought about rewarding myself with a dinner or some kind of sweet treat after all my hard work; now I know that food isn't something I can use that way. Like a junkie or a mad sparkly vampire, bad food is my personal brand of heroin and I need to just stay away.

I had my friend Tara with me last night when I went for my visit to see Brooke.
She waited for me and I think she knew I was nervous about it, though I was hoping that my booze-free week and and the couple of times I excercised had paid off.
I was also preoccupied with the fact that I would have to be working out how I was going to manage my day out of the program.

I hadn't been doing the excercise I should have and again made a plan to improve my activity. We worked out when I'd be going to the wedding and what food I wouldn't need and then the scales were ready.
I waited for Brooke to tell me, with baited breath, and was thrilled to hear the answer; 2.1kg!
I had only missed the 15kg mark by 200g and made a massive comeback from my absolutely abominable outcome from the week before.
I may have lost the 200g by now, anything could happen, so I'm working on the theory that by Friday I will have reached my goal.



I'm so proud and looking forward to showing the girls who I saw during my second week the amazing changes I've already made.

I hope the food is good - it'll be hard to compare to JC!

I'll be blogging on again to let you know how I go, so please trust me when I say that I will be back!

Wish me luck!




Proof that great minds think alike!
Tara's vegie lasagne on the left and my JC lasagne on the right.

Unplanned brilliance!