I haven't weighed for the last few weeks. I've been struggling with my emotions and really don't need anything else to depress me. Oh, yes, and I've been eating a lot.
I can't seem to take control at the moment - which doesn't help me physically or emotionally. I seem to write a lot about this cycle but I imagine it's one that many of us struggle with.
I was looking at photos of me on honeymoon thirty-nine years ago. Gosh, I looked good! And back then I thought how fat I was. And I want to get back to that shape. Then I tell myself that was nearly forty years ago and I can't expect that.
It's the same when I look at young mums and think how slim they are and I want to look like that and I forget the age difference again. Not that age is an excuse for flab but life is different now and it is harder to lose weight. Remember those balloons? Each time they're blown up and let down they become a little stretchier and have a little more give and it's easier to inflate the next time.
But I don't want to keep on increasing so I must - I will - take control. This week? Who knows?
