So it was back to Weight Watchers last night, dragging my heels and covered in shame. I missed 2 meetings and in New York I just kinda forgot that I was actually still on a diet. To be honest the slippery slope started when creme eggs first made their appearance on the supermarket shelves, all that pretty shiny paper and a treasure of chocolate and goo underneath that...what is a girl o do?
I do feel that half the battle was won last night though, going back KNOWING that I was up about 5 pounds was not an easy thing for me to do, but if I hadn't I would have convinced myself that all was not swelling beneath my jeans. So, the outcome...4 pounds up, I am an idiot all that bloody hard work and now I have to lose 4 pounds just to get back to where I was 3 weeks ago...but the show must go on, the goal posts may have changed from March to May but I guess the long and scenic journey is more enjoyable anyway, at least I get to stop off and eat myself silly every now and then...
Licence my arse
12 hours ago