Well THAT didn't work out as planned! The nurse was so pleased with how my legs are healing that I bought a celebration foodfest on the way home! I knew when I was scoffing the mini sausage rolls and 2 small choc bars that I shouldn't be doing it, that I had a perfectly scrummy dinner planned - but no, that's what my brain wanted me to eat. Over syns by 40 eeek, so it can be remedied, but it's difficult to really examine this emotional eating up close, isn't it?
I think this time the 'reward' was from sheer relief that healthwise things are slowly starting to improve, but crazily I also know that the 'reward' will stop me losing weight, which is the major factor in the improvement. But it's no surprise that the whole thing is hugely emotional, it's been a right old rollercoaster for me personally over the last 12 months - on Saturday it will have been a year since I was made redundant, then the cycle of bad health, then slowly getting better while juggling two and sometimes three jobs - yep, I think the word 'emotional' covers it

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And I've made it through, on my own, which I'm immensely proud of - so onwards and downwards

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Nothing for tea now, but the chicken is in the CC and will be fab tomorrow, and I've also got reduced fat sossies for breakfast with brussels and squash mash - so tomorrow is all sorted (and a few days after, should get a few servings out of each).
Have a good evening!