Blaming bloat.

BLOAT.

The enemy of the weight loss advocate. This is my bloat (snapped fresh this morning) from yesterday's Australia Day (Invasion Day) festivities. My bloat weighs 1.2 kilos, at least I went into the festivities yesterday weighing 66.4kg on the rocket scales, and have come out considerably worse-for-wear this morning at 67.6 kilos.

Re-negged on my promise to stay good this week, you say? Well, strictly speaking, NO! Yesterday I was remarkably good, considering the whole place was crawling with full-fat mayo salads, meat in various forms, all with extra fat, and cakes, CAKES galore. Not to mention the alcohol. Yet, I got away with confining my consumption to the baby potato salad recipe (WW, 2pts per serve), 1.5 glasses of red wine, 2 pieces of lamb, spinach and pumpkin salad and a piece of pav (with 5 extra points for miscellaneous). I think, all in all, and over-estimating for safety's sake, I came in just over points yesterday, around 21 (I'm on 19).

So, why the bloat today? I have a sneaking suspicion my body knew it was weigh-in today, and has rallied its forces against me. Not really. But I DO think its the alcohol. These days, the slightest amount of alcohol in my bloodstream makes my body retain! retain! retain! (like a fat-storing stockbroker hoarding shares).

I know this bloat will have gone by tomorrow (and I will weigh in on Thursday to prove it..!), but I'm getting SICK and TIRED of the up-and-down caused by alcohol. So, I'm adding another thing to my agenda. No alcohol for February. OUCH. This will be difficult, I have many friends' birthdays this month, but it's the only way I'm going to kick the final 3kg to get to life time membership (well, 3.6kg as of today) before the end of Feb. Wish me luck.