In short, I am pissed off! With myself.
Every week since I started WeightWatchers in January I have lost something each week, apart from once where I stayed the same. This week I have gained a whopping 2.5lb. And worse still, it’s no-ones fault but my own! Both boys and Roy at home, and I’ve picked, not pointed foods, not watched my portion sizes and I know better.
Weight Watchers works for me, always has. I lost 4st before getting pregnant with Kieran and had lost 19.5lb this time before this week – clearly it works..IF…YOU…FOLLOW…IT! Grrr!
The silliest thing is, there was absolutely no need for my binge-fest. If I’d planned properly I could have incorporated my days out and fun days at home and the accompanying treats that go with these, and still been fine. Sheer bloody laziness on my part and I’m furious with myself. Yes I know we all have blips and have to get back on the horse as such, and I will, but weight loss doesn’t come easy to me and part of having PCOS for some is the inibility or difficulty to lose/maintain weight. The healthier my weight, the less I struggle with the PCOS so I feel like I’ve shot myself in the foot to be honest.
Right. Therapeutic rant complete, it’s time to move on. This week I will track everything I eat properly. I will meal plan. I will revisit my old tracking diaries and magazines and get myself back on track. Losing weight is rarely easy and is a journey that can take longer than we’d like, but I can and I will do it. I just need to stay focussed!
