I keep telling myself that a 1lb gain, isnt the end of the world - then why does it feel like it is?
STS was the best I could have hoped for this week, I knew that.
I knew too it was my own fault...no one force fed me that pasty etc at the weekend. I am my own worst enemy, and I just cant seem to stop sabotaging myself.
I made a conscious decision after WI yesterday, that I wasnt going to point for the rest of the day - athough I was pretty sensible about what I ate, BUT now I am cross with myself because I didnt track, and am in danger of thinking 'oh b*ll*cks to it', I'll start again tomorrow!
Equally, I know its a slippery slope my demons want to pull me down, so I really need to be strong, and get right back to tracking today, and start throwing water down my neck too, as I find that really does help me with the hunger pangs.
It doesnt help that I'm all hormonal - just feel so tired, seem permanently hungry and I need a bloody good cry. Sometimes it sucks being a woman.
I'm glad I stayed for the meeting yesterday, the theme this week was 'motivation'.
Never was a meeting theme more well timed - thank you WW! I really needed to hear 'remind yourself why you are doing this' - and you know, only a month down the road, I realise I had already lost sight of MY reason for taking this journey.
I must plan for tomorrow - up at an unearthly hour to travel up country to a show. I've already blogged about difficult those days are, so you'll know how important it is for me to 'be prepared'.
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