*slinks in*.
Been so bad. SOoooooo very very bad.
So bad, in fact, that I am going to WI tomorrow, and I am not going to weigh. I refuse. I dont want to see how bad is bad. I know how bad it is even without getting on a set of scales to tell me.
Fortuitously, I can do this, because I am at target and thus do not have to show up every week - and my C is just glad I am coming in to help anyway.
So, 100% in the morning to start fixing the damage. Probably a fishy style week (I have plenty in) and LOADS of superfree. I cant keep doing this, I need to stabilise. I feel so cross with myself.
Minx in law doesnt help. I really did set out to be good yesterday. I ate very little during the day, hoping that it would be a nice slimming meal and she would have some fruit and yogurt as she previously has. But I arrived whilst she was in the midst of a "not caring much" spell and so it was beyond even her usual levels of overkill.
To start, chicken with chilli sauce. Made out of three different bottles of chilli sauce. Chilli dipping sauce, sweet chilli sauce, and chilli and garlic stir-fry sauce. Between three of us. That was my days syns and probably extra without even trying.
I tried to get out of dessert... but... shes on a tiny weeny pension and she had gone to loads of trouble and I couldnt bear the guilt. Haagen-dazs pralines and cream, strawberry cream pie, and squirty cream. And at that point the wagon completely sodded off and I lost all ability to control what I ate and came home and just ate more and more and more and today has been as bad if not worse. I am so ashamed of myself. I am just hopeless.
Why can I not exercise self-control ALL the time?
Pfft. Stupid stupid waste.