Day Fifteen

1. 1 hour exercise? Not really - dozy walk around and about.
2. 2 litres water? Nup.
3. Stick to plan? Kinda... Stuck to SW but not to my own plan of not eating 'treats'.

OK, OK, so it's actually Day 16 as I'm writing this, and I'm getting out of my funk. Yesterday was bad - the PTSD had me breaking down on the train and I can honestly not remember what triggered it. All I remember was looking at the green fields and the next thing big, handsome, tall Chris rushing towards me saying 'It's OK, it's OK'. God knows what the fellow commuters must have thought - but soddem, I don't actually care what they thought. So, good news was - NOTHING passed my lips until say 2pm, after I weighed in and lost an amazing 5.5lbs. (OK, my scales said 6.5lbs, but I am not going to use them anymore, i will be strict and use SW scales only). Then, I managed to speak with my therapist who agreed to see me (Day 16) and 'be good to yourself'. So, I went ot Regents Park with a friend visting from NY and actually felt like eating something. I ate a quarter of a NASTY cheese sandwich from the Garden Cafe (rip-off!!!) and a filter coffee. I then came home and ate a yoghurt (free) and high-fibre cereal bar (healthy B option) but was not satisfied and insisted on eating 1/2 pack of maltesers and chomp (about 200 cals total). Strictly, this WAS allowed on SW but did feel I'd let myself down. but I slept... and that was important!