For the last few weeks my weight has been stable, although not losing, but this week I just feel like it's ran away with me. I'm staying with my mum so I can't weigh myself, and I haven't for quite a few days. I'll obviously find out once I'm home, but I have to say I'm nervous and sad.
In an attempt to prevent me having to write the above my sister took me out for a good walk. It was a lovely evening and we walked over 3 miles in about an hour. My dog loved it! It was a very pleasant step out, but the following day I buggered my toe (see pic) when it clashed with the fridge door. Now I can't get proper footwear on so walking like that again isn't happening. So alas I suspect it all went wrong.
Weight is a personal issue. I'm sure everyone knows how I feel about mine. But as a nation I'm not alone when I say that I think fat is not nice. I don't judge others but I do believe that everyone would look and feel better not carrying the extra pounds. I don't think we should all be skinny but who really thinks fat is good? Now this is just me, possibly warped because of my own dislike of my own body. Maybe if I felt more content in my own skin I wouldn't be so opinionated? I know that there are folk out there that really believes big is beautiful, but I'm not one of them. It makes me unhappy and I'm not looking forward to bad news when I finally step on the scales again.
I need to get back to the drawing board. Why is this so bloody hard? I'm walking through treacle. The government 50% off scheme isn't exactly helping? Who doesn't enjoy food more when it's a bargain? I've been out for dinner, coffee and afternoon tea - and this is just week one! Holy Moly, give me strength!
Make peace with your past so it won't mess up the present.
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