Or so I hope.
Got up the courage to weigh in this morning. Not good.
Really not good.
You know how I was unhappy to reach my heaviest ever?
It isn't anymore.
And you know how I was never going to be on this side of a certain round number ever again?
Well, let's just say that I'm one mouthful away from hitting the next round number up.
I need a plan. It probably involves exercise and better food choices.
So I had dessert at church tonight to celebrate.
I hope that wasn't the mouthful that will tip the scales the last remaining little bit.
Six and a half years later
4 years ago
2 comments:
Don't hop on the scales just in case.
I too have had a fortnight off the good-eating thing, and the scales say a number that's 4kg higher.
How can that be?
And I haven't been eating all that badly either!
I haven't been near the scales at all and I dare not. I went away for three days and there was so much food that on the third morning I actually refused bacon and eggs for breakfast and had cereal instead. Seriously - *I* turned down bacon. That's a first.
Then I had one day at work and four days off (with one still to go) where I have chosen to relax. I find eating junk food to be very relaxing, as it happens. Anyway, I have decided to stay off the scales for the moment because it's depressing... and feeling depressed makes me want chocolate... ;)
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