Okay honesty time.
I am half way through reading your blogs and marvelling at how well you are doing and even if your not, how you are motivating yourselves and feeling really honoured to be linked to you guys.
I am a fraud. I have been out of control this week. God knows how many points I have been consuming daily but it is lots.
I havent wanted to blog because of this. I have just been reading and sometimes commenting. All your good words seem to go in one ear and out the other.
Tomorrow is weigh in day (my first since beginning of January) and I can tell you all now that there will be a gain.
If you have been reading my journal for a while you will know that I am a control freak when it comes to home and work. I have lists and I like everything to be neat and orderly. It takes a lot for me to do things on the spur of the moment (drives DH mad).
Well after 6 weeks on crutches I am attempting to get the house back in order. I vacuumed and dusted our bedroom on Monday (filled the vacuum cleaner in one go). The lounge/dining room was last night and tonight is the family room.
Because of office renovations at work it is chaos there with everything moved and am unable to find anything. I have been fielding phone calls from teachers wanting their information and getting fed up with having to explain about the office situation. Everyone is really nice BUT it is driving me loopy.
As a result I have been getting stuck into the chocolates and biscuits at work (for some reason the fridge is full of chocolate mini Mars Bars etc) and the dips and bread at home.
I cant exercise (not even walk Lucy) because my back is sore and my legs are aching. I know it is all muscular but I really want to exercise and cant.
Im feeling overweight and bloated. Not drinking enough water (no where near 1 litre let alone 3 litres a day).
I marvel at people who eat their fill and leave some on the plate. I dont think I could ever do that. It may be my upbringing I dont know. People who can stop at one piece of cake or one chocolate (my family are like that - mind you none of them have a weight problem).
Im fed up and whingey. It is hot and horrible. I feel like I am 80 years old or more. I wish I didnt feel this way but I do.
I also know it will pass (hopefully soon).
I think I will now retreat to my cave (if men can do this so can women) and regroup to maybe fight another day.