Right THAT'S IT girls!!!!! Honestly, just thinking about how much I've lost, minus the gains, has made me so ANGRY! I am tired of sabotaging myself. I'm tired of constantly feeling as though I'm "missing out" on treats, and then wondering what the hell I wanted it for after I've scoffed it and ruined my whole day, because honestly it didn't do anything for me, and it wasn't as nice as my mind built it up to be! I'm tired of living in track bottoms, PLANNING what I'll wear WHEN I get to target. Cobswollap! I'm done fantasising about getting to target, I'm just going to concentrate on getting there. No more day dreaming about what it will be like. By Christmas, I will be there, and that's that, and then I'll KNOW what it's like.
Who's with me?! No more figging about, no more sabotage! No more giving in, and no more making myself feel guilty. Quite simply, if it's a special occassion, I'm going off plan, but considering between all the birthdays and holidays between now and Christmas, it's only actually, 7 days...one week, off plan, out of 10 months, you can bet your life I'll be at target by or before Christmas.
So honestly and in all seriousness, who's with me?! I say once a day, every day, we all check into a joint food diary, which I will set up for us, and we honestly admit what we've eaten, how much we've drank and what body magic we've done.