Since having Arlo and rejoining Slimming World. I have simply been stuck, dangling off the weight loss wagon, my legs running along the ground trying to clamber back on but just tripping over themselves.
I have found every excuse going to make me feel better about failing to stick to plan.
On my last journey I found it easy to stick to plan, this time is difficult. Do I want it any less? No. So why am I finding it so difficult?
I had a huge loss, followed by a huge gain then a good loss followed by a small gain yesterday. None of which is going to help me in the long run.
So time to stop making excuses and start taking action.
Yes I’m tired, yes it’s hard work with a baby. But it’s also hard work being this chubby, my knees hurt, my feet hurt, the chub rub is intense, and sweating so much in the heat that I get a headache is not ok.
Last week Arlo had his injections and my goodness did it make him, sad, grizzly, clingy and just not himself. But his injections didn’t make me eat three family size bars of chocolate across one day (dairy milk, dairy milk daim, and galaxy for those interested – yes I’m disgusting.) I chose to feel sorry for myself and I chose to shovel them in.
I need to be accountable. So this week I am going to challenge myself to take a photo of everything that passes my lips, ever morsel of food going in my pie hole is being photographed.
Do I have anything standing in my way this week? I have afternoon tea booked for Saturday but by eating a little less syns each day I can even include that in my week. Slimming World really does allow you to have your cake and eat it to. So that’s what I’m going to do.
I have six days before my next weigh in. Six days to make a difference on the scales. Challenge accepted.