I’m not going to write a lot. Just a little. Just a morsel.
I fear that if I don’t turn things around this week and get some sort of contol of my eating habits then I could undo all the good I have done in the last 8 months. 10 days from now I am going to take to the scales and am determined that there will be an improvement.
I’ve realised just what a difference being busy at work is making and the impact it is having on me and my discipline and it can’t go on.
See you a week on Sunday.
Did I sound really determined there? Serious?
I am. Okay so I fear going downstairs right now as there is some quite lovely leftover pie in the fridge which will surely turn sour if I don’t have it for breakfast and that will be a damning indictment of this wasteful capitalist society and I don’t want to feel like I am mocking the starving people across the planet by throwing it away.
I may be fat but I’m not a fucking monster …