And here I am - again. Such a merry go round that this is.
This time I'm going to expect LESS of myself, and give LESS of myself. I know that seems weird right. And it probably is. But unless I stop having such high expectations of myself then I'm continually going to disappoint myself.
I'm going to the chemist tomorrow to begin a shake diet. I have never done one before. I have always swore I WOULDN'T do one. But here I am - desperate. Plus husband is going away for a while and I think I need more help and support than I have been willing to admit. I am a little concerned about what meals I will be cooking during husbands absence that will be suitable for both me and the kidlets to eat - guess I'll be doing a lot of bulk-cooking and bulk-freezing to make it easier on myself.
I also want to see a hypnotherapist. Not to lose weight, but to deal with emotional eating problems.
Oh and I want to ban myself from going to that petrol station who gave me not one, but TWO free chocolate bars today (just for being a good customer - apparantly!)
I'm currently sitting on 107.7kg - so I'm at my goal weight that I set back in.. January? Hmmm. Nice that I finally reached the goal I suppose - but I do want to lose more than 1kg a month. Shall weigh in tomorrow (no doubt I'll be more than that fully clothed) and begin my new shake diet (and maybe my new life) promptly.
Til then - here is fatty, signing out.
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