On the last day of the month I had, up to press only lost 1 1/2lb. Everyone had been posting their weigh losses for the month on instagram and I was so fed up with how I had started. I was certain after weighing myself the day before it would end up even worse.
I was in a crabby mood and just wanted to be left alone all day.
I decided not to eat a lot since it was weigh day, breakfast consisted of 2 weetabix milk and a banana.
By lunch I was hungry, so I ate an orange. An hour later hungry again so I ate a jelly pot I had made earlier. This not eating a lot lark was making me more of a grouch and all I could think about was food, in particular chocolate. Bugger this dieting!
Two hours later I was looking in the fridge at home, decided to wait and did some housework to take my mind of it.
This occurred several times (18 times actually) in the following hours leading up to class. I was hungry, apprehensive about going to a new class and it was a day early to get weigh and given my previous weigh in they hadn’t been great. I was considering going the week after instead. So I surprised myself when I thought no I can do this and hit weighed whatever it is I’m not giving up so early on( again!)
The group is small yet again but the leader is nice and to top it off I lost 2 1/2lbs.
Was I relieved ?
Too right I was! I even forgot about being hungry and stayed to class, then went to the fish and chip shop to buy my boyfriend his tea.
I was good I ate this…
and bloody lovely it was too.
Not a bad day all in all😊