Sorry I have been a bit slack lately but I have been catching up and reading lots and lots of blogs. Interesting blogs, old friends blogs, about food, about weight loss, about life. I dont always comment but I am there. Probably could be classed as lurking but I try not to.
I have been busy at work trying to get everything done before I go into hospital. Only four weeks to go now and am looking forward to the rest. Trying to keep up with friends, exercise and doing the bare minimum in housework, keeping up to date with the ironing and washing and the biggest loser. My Foxtel IQ is chockablock full of programs I have recorded but not had time to watch.
Weight loss has slowed down but still happening and that is my fault. Too many social engagements where I cant or dont say no. Enjoying the Weight Watchers meetings and am making an effort to stay after I weigh-in as I like the leader and I find the people (wont say women because there are a few men there too which surprised me) inspiring.
I have to understand that it is going to take time to get this small amount of weight off. I have to have patience. I also have to get into the mindset that I am worth it. I am not depriving myself by not eating junk food (chippies hmmmmm) or drinking wine (have switched to low alcohol). I am making a choice or at least trying to. My body doesnt need it - my mind does.
Latest hurdle is waking up in the middle of the night hungry. I drink water, have a half a cup of warm skim milk and sometimes eat a biscuit or a slice of bread or some potato chips. (I didnt bring that last temptation into the house for obvious reasons.) I know I dont need it but I do it anyway. And then..... I get annoyed with myself. Move on I say, but it will happen again tomorrow night and the next and the next. Maybe my hormone meds need tweeking.
Enough whining more wining - damn no, that's what got me in this little mess in the first place and I havent even mentioned my love of cheese.
Wandering off into the sunset......