Time to stop.

It’s been almost a year since I actually lost any weight. For a while I was gaining - I really do blame the implanon for that. Then for a while I was maintaining - bouncing around between 70 and 72kgs.

For the last couple of weeks I’m pretty sure I’ve gained. Not positive, since I’ve been avoiding the scales, but pretty sure. My eating habits have been atrocious.

So, why have I gone off track?

• I’ve convinced myself that I am ‘entitled’ to treats - “Oh go on, you deserve it!”
• I’ve allowed others to influence my eating.
• I’ve forgotten that treats don’t actually make you feel better - that they are not really treats at all.
• I’ve allowed my palate to become accustomed to the ‘aggressive’ tastes of processed food, fast food, snacks and chips, rather than appreciating the subtle flavours of healthy, fresh food.
• I’ve given myself excuses not to exercise regularly - I’ve been babying myself instead of insisting on the ‘grown up’ behaviour that I expect from others around me.

It stops now. Today I am 33. I will not be in this position on my 34th birthday!

Today I am going out for lunch. I have chosen what I will eat, I will stick to that.

Tonight is dinner at my parents, I will eat what is served, but in moderation. No seconds, no hanging out in the kitchen picking at leftovers.

I will find time to exercise every day. I will record honestly and fully, and post my stats for the previous week here every sunday (or monday if I’m out) with no excuses. (thanks to msloseweight for that idea!)

It stops now!