I wasn’t really expecting much from the scales this morning when I weighed in. Ok I’ve been good for most of the week and I did do my race for life training but then there was the champagne and double chocolate ginger cakes. Why is it I can be so good all week and then everything falls apart at the weekend?
Anyway, I weighed in and I have lost, but only just. A whole half a pound, wow! Still I can’t really complain, every little helps but I can’t help thinking how different it could have been if I’d just stuck with it for two more days. Oh well only another thirty and a half pounds to go to goal!