Full disclosure about this week's weigh-in: I did Total Meal Replacement for most of the week, which means I drank meal replacement shakes for my three meals, but had keto-friendly snacks in-between.
I know that one single day in a month isn't going to undo all of my hard work, and I guess that's the important thing: I know that it'll take me falling off the wagon entirely for me to start gaining the weight back instead of losing it.
Maybe it's not just a case of it being hard and me not knuckling down and getting on with it. Maybe it's a case of understanding how much easier my life'll be when I can walk more than 50 metres without my back being in agony.
I am probably literally eating myself to death. A few years ago, I'd have been fine with that, to be honest, after Zero died. But I've finally hit a point where I actually care about what happens to me. I care that I'd in pain all the time. I care that I feel like crap when I eat the wrong types of food. I have my back pain, my migraines, I have bowel issues, I have a mutant leg which is worse than it ever was, and my foot's so swollen that I can't get it into my trainers on some days.
actually weighed myself yesterday morning so that I've got a start weight for a week of meal replacement products from Exante that I've to review, and it was... well. Not at, but close enough to, my highest-ever weight of 449lbs, that I'm now just sort of staring at the screenshot above and going, "It's been seven years? It's ONLY been seven years, and I managed to regain almost 100lbs - as well as losing some/regaining some/losing some/regaining some etc ad nauseum?!"