Day Seventeen to Twenty Four

Oh dear. It all went a bit wrong. But I am being positive, and trying to draw on the last ten days as a lesson, and NOT let it turn into a big deal.

Ok, so Lesson One: ALCOHOL. It is a trigger for me. Yes, it is also full of empty calories but worse of all, it triggers me to eat BAD food.

Lesson Two: EXERCISE. The gym is not on my doorstop, and I am not going reguarly. As my calorie intake has been low I had been waking up and feeling like shit, so staying in bed until I HAD to go to work. Then, by the end of the working day I would still feel like shit and have no inclination to head down to the gym. Solution? Change gym! I now have one on the doorstep, and will be happy to eat little and often knowing I am buring off WAY more calories. I also know I am going to release all those endorphins and feel fabulous enough to walk to and from work from Kings Cross which again will keep me busy and melt the fat! Hurray!

Lesson Three: MARRIAGE. I have been honest with hubby about how much my weight battles are bothering me, and he has to support my feed and exercise regime, WITHOUT patronising me! Oh the joys of a 6'6" adonis as my man-meat! It's been four days now and all is well... :^)

So, I jumped on the scales and am 1.25lb heavier than my last weigh in, which could have been so much worse considering I have not really done any exercise and eaten quite a bit of rubbish. Stick with me girls - I AM getting there and really, I know I have to feel bad, to bank the feelings so I don't fuck up again. Does that make sense?!

Live life lightly, xhx