I've got a car! Well, it's my boyfriend's, but he's away and I'm insured on it, so it counts. I've missed driving, used to go for long drives with music blaring before mine broke. Maybe that contributed to me starting comfort eating again?
It's frustrating, I could be doing something, but don't need to right now.
Keep thinking about whether I should do 8 weeks or 12, starting to wonder if I should do 10 as a compromise? I'm stressing myself out worrying about it all!