Ok. So I ballsed it up a couple times. Basically, it all started out so well! I went to the pharmacy in Reigate (after getting lost a couple times! Reigate is making major love to the one-way system!) and got approved, paid up for the full month and went away, happy as a clam with my first bag of LT satchets. I decided not to start it that day though as it was already quite late by the time I got home. So, I started it officially the next day (friday) and was already onto my second shake (btw, does anyone else think they just taste like that Jordans Country Crisp cereal? Quite nice actually. Anyway...) when a work collegue phoned me to ask how I was getting to another collegues leaving do at none-other than the palace of sin...TGI Fridays. Which I had completely forgotten about. SO! I said to myself, rather than put myself through a couple hours of watching my friends eating themselves silly whilst I gently sipped a glass of water, I convinced myself to put the diet off a couple days. Which is what I did. So, over the weekend I pigged myself out something criminal, with the thought 'ah well, I'm dieting on monday'. But monday never came, so to speak. I kept putting it off, stupidly. Well, actually, I did have another shake on tuesday but then ballsed it up again when the lure of cheesy toast and spaggetti got to be too much. And thus began another pig fest. It's now thursday and I'm about 4lbs heavier (crickey they go on faster then they come off, don't they!?!?) and I'm happy to say that I'm about to have another shake (vanilla I think, I quite like that one) and I'm 2ls down in my daily water binge and I'm feeling quite positive! (Possibly because in the course of a few days I managed to consume an entire loaf of bread and my body-weight in cheese and thus there's nothing left to eat!) I got in the shower today, and theres a rather unfortunatly-placed mirror right next to it, so I happened to glance in it and see my blubbourous mass in all it's wobbly glory and I just thought 'balls to this!'. I've had enough (...again...) and this time, today, I really am gonna stick to the straight and narrow and see this through!
I'm not particularly hungry and after looking at those fabulous pics in the 'before and after' thread, I'm not particularly craving anything! Looking at those pics just makes me pull myself together and realise that unless I pull my finger out (of the fridge) I'm never going to be one of those people with an 'after' pic.
I just wish that little devil on my shoulder would jog on!
Dan, my boyfriend, comes back from France on sunday. He's spent the week throwing himself down cliff paths on a mountain bikes and has more injuries than the bugs on my windshield. Bless him. I'd like to have lost something by then, just to prove that he's not going to be forever dating the funny but fat girl.
Someone asked a while ago if my partner was doing LT with me, and the answer to that is no. If dan did do it, then within a week he'd disappear. He's already tiny! Something silly like a 28" waist! God, I don't think I've been that small in all my life! Ok, well, maybe. When I was an embryo!
Right, I get to have another shake in half an hour. Between now and then I think I'll clean out the guinea pigs and the hamsters. Cute, but smelly things that they are.
I hope everyone is wonderful and feeling motivated.