4th April 2022

It took me a week, exactly a week to recover my pre-wedding-party weight.  I think I knew that from before.  I mean, I knew it takes a few days.  

Did I know it takes a whole week – for me at any rate?  Maybe, I can’t remember.  Perhaps if I code it into my brain now – next time I go away for holiday or weekend, and have massive food-blow-out, I won’t have such a hissy fit again after, when for the next few days later my scales and I disagree on the subject of my weight. Providing of course, I’m good with food (LOL), for those next few days.  Which I have been.  Which is why, as of this morning, I’m back officially in the pre-wedding-numbers.  

The trick is to ensure, that if there is a day or a couple of days coming up now of going out, etc, I don’t do something silly again (i.e. eat myself silly).  Or I’ll be back where I started.  And then it’s the perpetual – gain 2 lb, lose 2lb, gain 2lb, lose 2lb.  And never lose 4lb, and get to the next goal. 

I mean, preaching to converted here – including myself.  I know this. I just need to stop being lazy, disorganised and undisciplined.  Ha! 

As for exercise – yeah, this weekend it’s been a bit slack.  I was in such a downer about the numbers on the scales, that it impacted my motivation to exercise.  

This is what gets me though – you (i.e. me) sit on a sofa whining that you’re fat, but you don’t do anything active about it.  Instead you whine more about it, and feel sorry for yourself. TF! And in a meantime, you just get fatter!  Well, these days not so much me, I do tackle it – me pre-pandemic, wouldn’t have done that. I’d have just whined some more.   Although me in a deep mental slump, wouldn’t do anything about it either. This is the balance I have to work with.

So today, – not exercising, I’m tell you that much for nothing!