Tuesday 24 February 2009

Fatima Fatbread

The last 10 days in pictorial form

This week I'm doing an alternative 'feedback' post....

Bottles of wine in the last ten days: About 50
Sausages eaten: Multiple
Number of gym visits: 2 (rubbish but at least I went)
Amount of fattening food eaten: Several tons
Number of times weighed self: 1
Debaucherous nights out had: 2

So I fell off the wagon. Shoot me. I'm obviously annoyed with myself as, when I weighed myself last Monday, I'd lost another 2 pounds and was perilously close to breaking the magical '1 stone lost' barrier. But, for the first time in my life, I'm not going to beat myself up about it and, instead, I'm right back on the detox wagon. Normally I'd give up right about now. I'd figure that I've undone all the good work I did so I might as well eat cheeseburgers with aplomb. But not this time. I haven't undone all the work I did. I've had a minor setback, that's all.

Besides, I enjoyed every mouthful.

The last 10 days has been, quite frankly, bloody marvellous. So, I have no eating/boozing/any other type of regrets. Instead, simply a resolution to carry on with the lifestyle changes I'd started to make. Because they really do work and I'm starting to see some real results. Both in terms of how I look and in terms of confidence.

Onwards and upwards...