Well, there's no question that this has been the hardest week, mentally. I've been so angry with my body and the diet, and I've come really close a couple of times to saying 'feck it' and giving up. But I can't. I really and truly don't have much of a choice, if any at all.
And that's a blessing... because it keeps me on track, but it's also quite a horrible feeling: being trapped into something you don't want to do. The fact is, if i give up on this i'm giving up on having kids. forever. Even talking best-case-scenarios for weightloss speeds i'll be 38 before i'm eligible for ivf... and if i stuff around and give up, even if i found the resolve to have another go, i'd be significantly older. I'm not young enough to muck about with the timescale for beginning fertility treatment. *sigh*
Anyway. enough of that.
I had a brilliant day yesterday. went 'up west' with a mate - we had manicures, i spent a small fortune in MAC, bought some tights (now i can fit back into some of my work frocks), encouraged her to by a gorgeous winter coat from REISS for 300-and-something pounds, and a couple of new bras in Bravissimo (now a 34K! - please let me lose some off the actual boob-part before my back slims down any more, or they won't make a bra to fit me!)
and i've made peace with eating more next week if that's what must happen. perhaps even real food. a mushroom omlette sounds sort of contained, portion-wise.