I really didn’t want to write this post today. In fact, I was ready to throw a hissy fit and pack Slimming World in all together. But after calming down, here I am. I’m just going to say it.
I gained 1.5lbs this week.
To say I’m bummed out is an understatement. In the space of 7 days, I went to the gym FOUR times, FOUR! That is a whole lot of sweating, walking and YouTube. I was pretty much bang on plan until a sneaky Happy Meal on Friday. I did then fall off the wagon a bit in the shape of crisps on Sunday and Monday but I honestly thought my hard work at the gym would save me. It didn’t.
A stone to lose sounded so easy given I lost three in under six months when I started, but my willpower has diminished. I leave group every Tuesday absolutely adamant I am on for the perfect week, but the weekend descends as does my good intentions. I keep thinking oh life is too short, but I actually FEEL bigger. My tummy feels larger and my clothes feel tighter. I really need to refocus but with a trip to London and Blog On at the weekend, I know I am not going to stick to plan. I need to try to stick to it as much as possible. That is my thing; if I know I’m going to have a day where I cant help but stray I turn it into a whole week of “oh well” and binge out. It’s not good.
So here are my current stats:
Starting weight: 11st 3lb
Target weight: 10st3lb
Last week weight: 10st13.5lb
Current weight: 11st1lb
I am gutted to have crept back over 11 stone but all I can do is keep at it. I am hoping my gym work may pay off and I’ll have a fat woosh. I’m not hopefully for next week, but it’s all damage limitation isn’t it?