February 2nd 2022
That’s the last of the Christmas cake gone.
Serves me right for making this much cake and organising so much food for Christmas. I’m never gonna do that again. (famous last words)
My scales are not happy with me again ( really have a love hate relationship with my scales – but despite our disagreements, it’s the longest relationship of my life, so you know you got to keep those who’ve been around you for a while, well, around). I’m not happy with me. Suppose it didn’t help that I was having massive big spoons of double cream with the cake.
Well that’s gone now.
There’s still a little bit of chocolate left around, but nothing major, few pieces, odd packet of cookies.
This does mean that I am that one step closer to my latest venture, i.e. giving up sugar for a while. No word of a lie, I’m getting withdrawal symptoms just thinking about it. Shows how bad is my addiction to the sweet stuff. But needs must. I have tackle the latest weight gain for starters. All my own doing, of course. Why did I let myself slip so much in January. I was doing so well – with exercise, with food, everything and during a Christmas period. It’s not been a great start to the year. Let’s just ignore January.
Also stop making excuses not to exercise. Treated yourself to shiny, warm, fleecy, branded sports joggers and hoodie – so can’t make excuses that it’s too cold outside. But it’s the wind. There’ve been storms recently and it’s soooooo windy……………………….
Hate exercise. Hate diets. Hate weight. Hate, hate, hate
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