Anyone have a big fat zero to give me?
That's what I deserve.
This week I've failed miserably. I haven't put on weight according to my bathroom scales, but according to the scales at Tesco (where I was fully dressed!) I've put on 7lbs.
I don't know which ones to believe, so I'm going with the heavier weight until it can be proved otherwise.
For the next two days I'm on a slightly different diet, because I'm trying something for this here blog however, I believe it should give me the push that I'm needing to get back onto the Cambridge Diet.
And if it doesn't?
Then I need to question myself over what it is that I'm doing. I need to ask myself why I'm not trying to lose weight as actively as I was. I need to ask myself if I want to be morbidly obese for my adult life.
I don't think I do.
The only thing giving me any hope is that I've still got my support system. My husband, my children, my friends, my sister and my Mother are all here for me and helping me. Well, some more than others, but they are helping in their own ways.
Plus, as I've been so busy working on clearing things out in my home hopefully I might be able to shed a few pounds now. You know a clear home, a clear mind and all that sort of thing.