I didn't go to my Weight Watchers meeting this morning, in favour of staying in bed until I felt like waking up (rather than when the alarm went off). Ahhhh, it was delightful.
Oh yes, and the other reason has something to do with being bloated and crampy and hormonal and eating everything that's not tied down. Ahem. However, I did weigh myself this morning on my less-than-accurate scales.
Last week: 71.3kg
Running total: 6kg
Now, I know for a fact that my scales differ from WW scales by a range of 200-800g (don't ask me to explain why it differs so much) so I suspect if I'd gone to the meeting today it would have shown either a zero loss or a small gain. Which, given the 8 cream biscuits I had yesterday and the way I polished off the bag of choc chips when I got home, wouldn't have been totally out of line. So I've had a small reprieve and I now have a week to get myself back on track before the next weigh in.
Things I won't work with
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