Clare, 24, pescatarian, on a mission to eat more homemade, organic or just generally real food.
Mad day at work today, peanut butter and coffee getting me through it.
Leftover veg casserole and brown rice for lunch.
Wine and tapas with my husband because why the fuck not.
So in the last week I’ve lost 0.2lb, I’m actually really happy.
You can’t lose big numbers every week, and I really don’t have much to lose (maybe 6lb from where I am now?) so moving gradually suits me.
Tomorrow I’ll check my body fat percentage and see if that’s changed as I’ve been working out quite a lot - I would have done it today but you need bare feet and I couldn’t be bothered to take my tights off!
I realized the thing I appreciate the most about getting fit isn’t weight loss, it’s being able to do stuff I couldn’t before. Like I used to kill myself to run 6km and now I can do 10km and it’s not even that hard, I can do two levels of 30 day shred back to back and then just carry on with my day. Makes me feel like a freaking super hero.