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.
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?!"
As you may have read, I went back to Spinfit on Friday. I've only today recovered from the 30-minute workout. See, I was going to go to the gym after finishing class, but honestly? I came out of the room, sat down on the stairs, and I thought I was going to die. Therefore I… Continue reading I’ve Finally Recovered From Spinfit
I've been back at Weight Watchers since September now, and I've been up and down so much you'd think I was on a rollercoaster, or someone was playing me like a yo-yo. Nope. I joined with best intentions, but between having to have my cat put to sleep last year, and my Aunt dying at… Continue reading In Which I Drag Mum Back To Weight Watchers