Remained at same weight. Blah. Although given I have lived off nothing but milkshakes apart from one indiscretion, many would be amazed, but such is life on a VLCD. (Very Low Calorie Diet. Keep up, people!) I am still one point away from the top end of "Normal" weight. But if I am a good girl, I'll get there by next week.
Renewed, reinvigorated, I return from my "cult" having watched my inspiring video. (Honestly, they should update them. There is no humour, it has the aura of a cheap, cable channel mid morning programme, and given the amount of cash they must be making each week, surely they could be more, well, zippy?) And despite the clunky school video, I feel inspired to move on. The girls who have done this with me are brilliant. A troupe of winners. How we can go from munching constantly to surviving on pastel coloured liquid, four times a day, would be beyond most sane people. It is week 10. (Less for me, I know, if you are pedantically following this blog.) We are survivors. Will us to stay on this path, because it is a damn sight better than being obese and miserable, I can tell you.
The true struggle will be to maintain. I realise this, and yet, I found this stage so hard. ALL the way through. Perhaps I am weakwilled. But if nothing else, I have realised through this, that it is all MY choice, what happens to my body, and I need to take control. I can no longer blame other factors or say I am powerless. I can CHOOSE what happens to my bodyweight. It may be hard, but at least I'm in control. I worry about society at the moment, everyone is so used to someone else to blame or in control. Everyone blames the government, the media, education, etc. for obesity, as if obesity was some kind of faceless beast that they cannot fend off themselves. It IS A PERSONAL BATTLE. And one which every person can take control of. For good or for ill.
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