I have just realised that I haven't had my last pack yet
I have had another good day. The water was an issue just as I predicted as I couldn't afford to be needing to take a leak when down the field with no loos or trees to hide behind and my new farrier to chat to
I know I have retained water again today as my wedding ring is still sticking.
I have decided not to weigh in tomorrow, despite being desperate to do so, but will do so on Sunday morning to get my weekly total. I am then going to try and stay off the scales for as long as posible. Once a week would suit me fine but I don't think I can avoid the lure of the scales for that long.
Today I have found myself glancing at food and drink and thinking 'that would be nice' before remembering I am back on the wagon. It makes me realise just how often I would normally eat
I know that when I hit goal this time I must get into a routine to be able to cope.
I will need to weigh myself at least weekly and more likely twice a week and I am going to have to keep weight at the forefront of my mind to remain focussed. I will need to do a food diary too to keep my focus up.
It's funny how I never doubt that I will ss until xmax without bother just like I never doubted that I would get to goal the last time once I realised how easy I found it. I know that makes me sound so awful but it is just the way it is.
I panic at the thought of maintainence though. It scares me so much
All that is a long way off yet though so I'll keep doing the diet and losing the weight until xmas and then I'll struggle to make the decision to commit to the diet again. Reaching the stage where I am ready to commit is my biggest challenge and I wish I could wave a magic wand to get me to that stage as I know once I commit it is only a matter of time before I reach my target.
Anyway, enough of the brooding. All that's months away and in the meantime I am doing what I am good at and can feel happy that I am in control.