Feeling a little deflated this morning.
Confession!! Hi my names Donna and I'm a serial weigher
Now normally, what the scales say at home over the week don't bother me. I like just jumping on and off and seeing them head down over the week.
But this morning, despite all my hard effing work, upping my superfree, drinking lots of water (me and the toilet are BFF's now), I'm only 1 lb down??
Granted, I haven't really 'been' to the toilet for oooh, today is day 6, but even that's proving a mystery. So maybe that's having an effect on the scales but jeez, I've been a frigging ANGEL all week, ensuring I count, weigh and measure everything to the nearest g or ml and yet a measly pound?!
What's even more frustrating is that The Boy can sit there, eat a whole pizza in one sitting, drink beer, scoff chocolate and crisps, on top of the food I give him (which he always adds extra butter or cheese or sauces too) and still not put on any weight. Where as I meticulously have to watch every morsel that passes my lips just to get a loss... It's kinda depressing tbh.
I know I'm usually super positive and focussed on getting to target (which I still am!) but just having a morning where you think oh FFS, I just want to have a kebab and not have to worry, or yep, I'll have an Indian takeaway and have onion rice rather than plain boiled.
EVERY BLOODY MEAL AND EVERY BLOODY DAY HAS TO BE BLOODY PLANNED!!! grrrrr!
I just want to be at target! I just want to be thin! I want to be able to not constantly think about food and what I can or can't have. I just...oh I don't know.
Just having one of them mornings. Can ya tell?