Well, here's how things are breaking down (shit basically):
Week 1 18st 11lb (start weight)
Week 2 5lb (18st 6lb)
Week 3 3lb (18st 3lb)
Week 4 3lb (18st)
Week 5 3lb (17st 11lb)
Week 6 5lb (17st 6lb)
Week 7 4lb (17st 2lb)
Week 8 5lb (16st 11lb)
Week 9 3lb (16st 8lb)
Week 10 4lb (16st 4lb)
Week 11 3lb (16st 1lb)
Week 12 5lb (15st 10lb)
Week 13 4lb (15st 6lb)
Week 14 2lb (15st 4lb)
Week 15 5lb (14st 13lb)
Week 16 2lb (14st 11lb)
Week 17 2lb (14st 9lb)
And you girls know I freaking haven't eaten a single thing. It's bollocks, complete and utter bollocks. It's not what I signed up for. I signed up for a stone a month and at this rate I'll be doing half of that and that means I won't be eating for another EIGHT MONTHS. Four I can deal with but EIGHT?! That'd be eleven in total, that's absurd. Constant deprivation and £66 a week for 2lb?!?! It's ridiculous. A stone a month is motivation. 3lb a week is fine, I'd be happy with that. That keeps me on track. 2lb a week is bollocks. Fuck 2lb a week. If this keeps up for longer than a month I think I will give up (well, I'd think about it at least). I know it's still 2lb and 2lb is better than nothing and I've done so well and I need to keep going but seriously - if it were you, would you pay £66 for 2lb? And give up every food you love and even those you don't?
This next bit is not weight loss related at all, so you can stop reading now if you wish!
So I finally got round to watching Legally Blonde 1 and 2 after Alicia3000 left me a comment with the (then) mysterious-sounding "snaps for you" quote. Firstly, phew, it's a good thing and secondly Lighterlife has something very similar - no doubt stolen from Elle - called strokes. Perhaps they should think about re-naming them to snaps to cut down on the snickers (not the food variety but oh my days, wouldn't it be nice?) when the DVD starts talking about giving yourself strokes.
So anyway, it turns out me and Elle have a bit in common - our burgeoning legal careers being one (okay, maybe hers more than mine but they did condense her years of studying in to a couple of hours), our admiration for Jackie O (how much do I covet Elle's first day outfit?!) and most importantly our love of French manicures! I am currently being very careful as I type because I have just put a clear coat of polish over the the lovely pinky-whiteness of last night's self-given French manicure. I just love the way they look - nice, crisp, clean.
I was actually watching Legally Blonde 1 the day before my birthday and halfway though got a sudden and gripping urge to call my local beauty salon and book a French manicure on the morning of my birthday. They were all booked up and so I went to a newly opened salon further down the street. All was going good, I got there, they took one look at my nails and declared them the 'most stained nails' they'd ever seen and told me there was no way I could have a French manicure. Now I wear nail varnish constantly, you will never seen me without a polish on and yes, my natural nails are fairly orange but I have no problem getting them to that gorgeous pinky hue myself. So I was pretty bummed, not really what you want to hear on your birthday. Instead I chose a zingy matt mauvey-pink colour that really popped. It looked alright at the time although I was a bit dubious about the application but it was chipped to buggery within two days - so I won't be going back there. On the Sunday evening (day two - supremely chipped) I resolved myself to the fact that I wouldn't be walking in to the office the next morning and say "Hey girls, don't you just love this colour of polish?", I took off the £20 crumby-ass polish and thought 'fuck it, I'll do it myself'.
Lol, so anyway...Elle is gorgeous and I love her hair. I wonder about her outfits sometimes but in general she is perfection. This could, of course, be the list of ways in which we differ!
