This is just a rambling post of me trying to get some perspective. This evening I sat down and ate a 12" pizza, a bottle of coke and 2 bags of fizzy laces (one of which I snuck upstairs to each) I would have then also sat an eaten the large bag of doritos if Scott wasn't in the room and I didn't feel ashamed for him to see.
I'm 9 lbs up on the scales and I can only put 4 of them best case down to water and glycogen. That's heading quickly towards a stone.
I can feel my double chin has grown again, my skin is looking crappy, the change I can see in my arms has gone. I feel like I am back where I was, I might not be on the scales, but physically I am.
I have got 2 weeks until I start my new job and I would love to be back where I had gotten to on the scales. I was really starting to see changes in my shape. Small changes but enough for me to be able to tell.
I need to get to the gym tomorrow afterwork for an induction, the thought terifys me , but it'll be something to work at. If I can fit something in 3 times a week, plus my riding lesson and badminton. Variety is the key right?
Just tried to download the becks book but it isn't an iBook. Feeling pretty rubbish right now, just at myself and how I allow myself to go to go round and round like this? Maybe the imminent wedding was keeping me in track? It would have been 17/18 weeks today.
I should have stuck to my 2lbs regardless goal. That's still 34 lbs mind, even from my new greater weight that should see me comfortably in an 18. I think?!
I guess I need to get my head back in the cd zone and get cracking with it. I'm not ready to go solo, then when I get somewhere near to goal I can worry about the long term plan then. Not now!
My body is failing me, or rather I should say I have failed my body, my weight affects me so much. My knees feel like I've been doing hours of squats, when all I've been doing is kneeling in them while painting. Riding lesson has caused my weak ankle to play up and my hips feel like they're riddled with arthritis.
Laid in bed now on my front and I'm struggling to breath comfortably as I'm weighted down on my chest.
Sort it out young lady! Sort your life out, before it catches up with you and it's too late to do something about it.