So this week wasn't quite what was planned. I'd booked a few days off work to have the balloon fitted, which as you know didn't happen. I finish work in 2 weeks so I kept the leave. This is the first time I've taken holiday and been at home. All my leave is uaually taken up by going away. I must admit I've had a ball. It's been so cool.
Ok it started by doing my self assessment tax...eugh! But good to get it done. It also involved pizza (see left), putting up the Christmas decorations, wrapping presents, seeing friends, going to the cinema (Ralph Breaks the Internet - all old people should see this movie, it explained the internet in a way even I understood), and a little bit of chocolate and gin!
Now I'm going to be honest. I really want to go to bed, take a magic pill, and wake up 6 stones lighter!! Anything else is just ball-ache! So second best is losing 5 stones over a year. And, yes, I know that's pretty unrealistic too but I have to tell you that is what I want. Now the sensible Gilly understands that even losing 4 stones over 4 years is so much better than not losing any weight but I really do find it hard to swallow. Sensible doesn't really fit in my vocabulary. I want to lose weight and I want to lose it now!!! Goddamnit!
Now I have kind of started the 5-2 again. Had my first fast day on Monday and my second will be today. Obviously it's so close to 'eating and drinking for a month until you pop' aka Christmas, that I'm not really trying to actually lose weight (that will be in January - obvs) but more a kind of just keeping things in check so that I'm not eating and drinking for a month popping!!
I may sound blasé but I'm truly not. Come 2019 my butt will be on fire!
Notice the people who make an effort to stay in your life.
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