Weigh in (8)

Isn't seventeen a wonderful number? Seventeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen; there is something perfect about that number.......seventeeeeeeeen......say it with me.....se.....vennnnnnnnn......teeeeeeeeeen. Not only is it a thing of beauty, quite by coincidence it is now the prefix of my new weight. 2 more pounds down, which makes me seventeeeeeeen stone thirteen! I know it's just another week, and I haven't lost an excessive amount of weight, but crossing the 18 stone/17 stone barrier feels like I have lost a lot more weight this week. It's kind of the same theory - in reverse - of turning a milestone age, and telling yourself you're only one day older than you were yesterday when it feels like anything but.
I am running into a little difficulty though, when I looked in the mirror after getting home from work. The casual chinos I am wearing are beginning to look like the type of leggings last seen on Krusty the clown. They are mighty baggy and in danger of falling down (and no matter how much weight I lose, that is never going to be a good thing); so it's on with a belt in the hope that I can keep on wearing them for a little while before having to consign them to the 'not that fat any more' pile. Trouble is, there is a good chance that whatever I buy to replace them might be shrunk out of in a fairly short amount of time. Now I know what my parents went through while I was growing up!
So what's worked this week? I just think that above all else, the cutting out of fast food has been pivotal to the success so far. I'm not denying myself volume; I do have a good appetite and enjoy a big plate of food. All I am ensuring is that the big plate is full of things that won't put me on the connery ward.........errr..........make that coronary. I really enjoy chicken, tuna, sausages; and I am not avoiding these things. All I am doing is making sure that I don't overdo how much of it I eat, and the plate is full of either salad, roast vegetables (thanks Ali.....mmmmmmmmm..........by the way, that mmmmmmm was for the roast veg, not Ali.........not that I'm saying Ali doesn't merit an mmmmm, it's just that......... .......you know what, I'm just going to stop digging.......) or my spinachy rice thingy. The final and absolute key is planning. If I get the chance, plan my evening meal before I leave for work in the morning so I can defrost whatever I need. At the very least, plan the meal on the drive home. Only once have I reached 6pm on a day without knowing exactly what I would be eating.....and that once was when I had my Chinese blow-out.
Which reminds me to leave a note for myself; one of the subjects of the month will have to be recipes!
Well that's me for the night folks; sleep well.