I had to visit the local doctor's surgery yesterday to pick up a few things, and decided to try out the scales there. It's one of those big professional units, with sliding weights and stuff, and was serviced just last week. The previous weigh-in in mid February was 118 and I was interested in how I was going "officially".
But my home scales tell me 101kg.
Apparently my home scales (cheap analog ones) are fairly innacurate. They seem to do well with relative weights (although I suspect the error is not linear) so I will continue to use them for day-to-day comparison. But from now on only the doctor's scales will be used to record my actual weight.
So in 6 months I've lost around 20Kg. That's a bit over 3Kg per month average.
I haven't been knocking myself out with exercise, just a 10Km walk on weekends, and one or two 5Km walks on weeknights plus another 5Km of incidental walking during lunchtimes.
Foodwise, I certainly haven't been starving myself. Last night I made a curry dish featuring lentils and tofu which was utterly delicious (yes, honestly!) and today according to my diary I ate:
2 sl bread (700)
Subway Roast Chicken Wrap (1200)
Vege Schnitzel (1200)
2 limes (200)
cup low-fat low-sugar icecream (500)
3 cups soy milk (1300)
It's a typical daily intake, although a bit more than usual - the extra 1500Kj of icecream, beer and third cup of soy milk were a treat. I try to mix in good sources of protein (mostly plant-based such as Sanitarian nutmeat and TVP) and lots of taste (spices and curries).
So it was a bit of a mystery to me how I managed to lose so much weight without feeling like I'd given up food. But after a bit of thought I suspect that although I've removed the junk foods from my normal diet , the hole was filled by a range of interesting and, to me, unusual foods that were less energy-dense but more tasty and filling. As a result I never felt as if I'd given up anything or was missing out on anything.
I was at a meeting last night at which the food consisted of plates full of yummy buttery popcorn one of our club members had brought in. I ate about six pieces in total. As plates piled with the stuff were pressed into my hands I found it quite easy to say "No thanks, I don't eat it". Six months ago I'd have devoured an entire bowl of the stuff, but now... *meh* I can live without delicious light fluffy buttery popcorn.