Things on the diet front have gone to rats. There's no other way to put it so I'm not mincing my words. I've been on the CD 1000 plan for just over a week now and things were fine at first but towards the end of the week, I found myself indulging by 'having a few' (mainly vodka shots and wine) and also succumbed to some edible 'treats' ... all in the name of hubby's birthday on Saturday of course.
Now, this morning, I stepped on the scales to find that I'm back where I was at the start of the week. I'm seeing my CDC later today and I won't be getting weighed. I'm finding the whole thing too depressing. Practically a whole week of being saintly was trashed in a scarily short space of time. A result like this would actually be OK if I was maintaining ... be 'good' through the week and let my hair down at the weekend - I could cope with that. But it's not OK when you're trying to LOSE weight.
It's vital that I get back into 'the zone' and shift this final 4st. It's vital to me emotionally - the sense of failure I'll feel if I don't do this will be immense.
What's more, we've booked a long weekend away to Centre Parcs in Holland for the end of March and I want to 'tiptoe through the Tulips' not lumber through them! (yep - our 'dirty weekend' is now on)
There's been a lot of mental turmoil lately over what I should do, diet wise, and it's becoming increasingly obvious that if I want to get serious about losing weight, I'm going to have to drag myself kicking and screaming back to SSIng.
But like a childish brat - I don't want to.
However, the hard reality is that, if we want to lose weight, it means doing stuff we don't want to do. It means putting on the blinkers, getting your head down and ploughing onwards.
Technically, I could lose around two stones between now and March 30th if I start SSing today. That would take me down to the high 11s ... still a couple of stones away from goal but a whole lot better than where I am now.
That's it - I'm giving SSing another go!