Eeeek. Sorry, I forgot to report. I weighed in on Friday again. It's all going so horribly wrong. Last Wednesday I ate lots so tried to "get away" with an extra day by avoiding the scales Thursday morning but then ended up going out for dinner Thursday as well. I manned up and stood on the scales on Friday and have put two lbs on. Gargh! Which wouldn't be so bad but now I've fallen into a complete funk and have spent all weekend eating and when I mean all weekend I mean ALL weekend (as in I had take-away chicken wings and pizza one day then we ordered more take-away kebab and more chicken wings on Sunday too. Plus I've hardly walked the dog at all recently as Boo's been off work). OH DEAR. Boo seems to keep forgetting that I don't eat normally - I think he's getting bored of not cooking and eating together and then he'd made something nice like jacket potato and chilli, which obviously is so much nicer than a pack. AND he keeps pouring me wine. AND I felt despondant Friday anyway so had a pain au chocolat and chocolate milk for breakfast - a staggering 800 calories total when I added it up (I know, it surprised me too).
I have been here many, many times before. It feels like the beginning of another end.....