My weekend was odd, it involved lots of exposure to food and ended up with me in a very odd emotional state. Saturday was busy and ended up with us at my MILs 70th birthday in the evening. We had pre-ordered dinner months ago and to keep up with the pretense of me 'not feeling well', I had 3 courses served up to me which I played with. Then all sorts of sweet goodies being offered. Got home late, too late to have the last food pack so went to bed knackered. Sunday we were off out the door early and I managed to get a foodpack down before we left. We were out for a picnic all day, I had to buy the picnic food and then sit with friends whilst they all ate (I had no bars left) and ended up having nothing because I didn't want to tell them what I'm doing. Well driving home, I was tired and hungry and I just got angrier and angrier...until I was raging (nearly had to stop the car to calm down). Got home at 5.30 p.m. and I ended up in tears, I was shaking with rage/hunger and feeling really sorry for myself. OH made me a shake and I went to bed for 2 hours to calm down!
Looking back, I really need to plan to make sure I have enough bars for these social events and to ensure that I don't miss any packs or go too long between them. OH was very supportive all weekend and said he was very proud of me, but I did feel that I was missing out and depriving myself. So lots to think about.
Anyway the weight is coming off (not that I checked on my scales!) and on Wednesday I get a weigh in after 10 days as my LLC was on hols. That should give me a big boost. Another good thing is that I've gone past Day 25, a quarter of the way there - woohoo!
Onwards and upwards, thanks for listening folks. Hope you all had a great weekend and made the most of the sun if you had it.