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Well that was Januaury and Im still the same weight....... Not sure what happened why I gave up. Gutted with my self )- : should be at goal now or getting closer to it. Oh well sitting quietly at the back of the wagon, wish me look.

First silver 7

I got my first silver 7 yesterday, sooooo happy. Still attending my weigh in only class, not sure why as they didn't even have the booklets. However getting my shiny sticker mad up for it.
I've been so busy lately, by time I finish work I'm so knackered I would rather poke out my own eyes than visit the gym. A couple of times I have taken my gym stuff with me as inspiration to no avail. I have however managed two walks over Hampstead Heath after work as a compromise, but should do more really.
Any way now I have my first silver seven only 5st to lose until goal......Will I ever get there?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

sick sick sick

I'm sick again, nasty cold that's making me weak......Rather be sick than work though (how sad is that). So I'm back at home and trying hard to stay on track.
Have planned my meals for today, 20ish points. I always try and save some for diet breaks. Have been on my scales that indicate that I have lost, but after last weeks fiasco who knows. If I can get the strength and the will power I will go back to work on Thursday. They have scales there that accurate at least, so its not such a bad place.
Can't go to the gym, as I am now a fugitive (live very close to work place) and I have no energy. Day's like this I wish I had a Wi fit so I could do little bits at a time.

Work work work

Im very determined to have a loss this week so Im now trying harder than ever.
Stuck to my points (ish) for two days. I worked over the wekend, and its killing me. I dont think I'm cut out to be a working mum, just want to cry I'm so tired. I find the early shifts particulary hard they start at 07:30. I have my breakfast about 06:30 and Im not really hungry.....However by 10am I'm eating my lunch for comfort as I'm so depressed.
Cant remember the last time I was so tired, the temptation to come home and comfort eat is rife. So to compensate I have brought some WW carrot cake, very sweet so it sort of deoes the trick.
Any way a new week and newish start, I'm on a late tomorrow which starts at 12:30pm.
This gives me enough time to go to the gym before hand. I'm aiming for three times this week. Fingers crossed 2lbs off, and a bit slimmer for Las Vegas.

Weigh in day.......................

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo depressed, 2.5 gain since last weigh in.
Went to a new class today as well, that turned out to be a weigh in session only.
The class leader spoke in a loud voice making it quite clear who had a loss and a gain.
By time she got to me I had heard her mantra that 'the average gain over Christmas was 4 pounds' at least ten times. I steped on the scales and my fears were confirmed a gain.... gutted.
My scales which are usually in sync with WW ones said I was 14st:9lbs and theres 14st:11lbs. I was in denial at first, thinking THEY must be wrong. Then it dawned on me that there was a slight chance they might be more accurate as mine had given three different reading in ten minutes. I obviously had taken the most favourable one.
I decided to get a monthly pass and immediately regretted it, as I'm shit with managing money and my account will probably be empty by time they request the money.
Also as it is literally a weigh in class what benefit am I actually getting????
Then I realised it was sour grapes over my dreaded gain.
I have decided to stick with it....I'm on a bit of a roll despite my gain.
I've started back at the gym and I'm sticking to my points.
I feel like my goal is a million miles away and I will never get there.
At least I'm back at work so the option of eating constantly has gone.
Will try even harder next week, well hope so.

Day 6 Week1

Still sitting nicely at the front of the weight loss wagon. Had a really good couple of days, still on plan and no overeating. Had a quick look at the scales and it would appear that I have lost the 3 pounds I put on over Christmas.
I'm a little bit apprehensive as it was first thing in the morning whilst naked, but fingers crossed come Friday it will have gone.
Went to the gym today, didn't want to. Its absolutely freezing at the moment and the walk to the gym (about 12 minutes) wore me out. I spent 30 minutes on the treadmill power walking. I'm a member of Fitness First, and the one I use is women only.
I was surrounded by ultra fit toned bodies. Couldn't help but think I was inspiring them (as I'm the last person they would want to look like) as they all sprinted on the treadmill. As I listened to Kanye West on my Ipod the faster I walked. I am going again tomorrow, no pain no gain as the saying goes.

week 1 day 4

Feeling in control at last. My brother, his family and my mum came for lunch. First time EVER didn't pick the whilst waiting for lunch to cook. I didn't over eat, which is a big thing for me. I will carry on chomping away long after I know I'm full.

A massive improvement from yesterday when I spent the most of the day thinking about food, either what I was going to eat or what I wanted to eat. I felt angry and deprived. Angry that I was so fat , and deprived because all the food that I wanted made me fat first place.

No exercise today, in fact I didn't leave my flat. Given the fact its the size of a matchbox no exercise was gained by shuffling around in it either.

Next week new start, I'm back to work. I will walk to work and go to the gym after. Well that's the plan, in reality I'm always late no matter how much I plan not to be. No doubt I will end up running for the tube.

Oh well maybe I'm being a bit optimistic about walking to work but will definitely go to the gym after work.

I went to Florida two years ago, and suffered badly by being over weight in the heat. ( OK I was pregnant, but I was still pushing 14 stone) This time when I go to Las Vegas I want to wear sleeveless tops, shortish skirts and dresses. Instead of some obligatory black ensemble that makes me look like a grieving fat tramp.

So as I pound away at the treadmill Las Vegas in the heat will be firmly in my mind.