Well this morning I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and told myself that I really should vaccum in the corners before the cobwebs took over the room and that there was no way that I was going to the weight watchers meeting this morning. Images of the weigher leaping up from her seat and screaming 'you fat cow!! Nobody in the history of WW has ever put on that much weight in one week!!'ran through my head but then I remembered that when I began WW this time I would go each week regardless of what had gone on or what I thought might happen, I would go and keep going until I left my fat arse behind. So that's what I did - I got up and went. And yes the results were bad but the world didn't collapse and nobody laughed (well not to my face anyway). Hey, so I gained 1.3 kilos, it just means this week I have to work harder and the local donut shop might go bust without my custom but I know the damage and I am facing the crimes committed.
This weekend might be a bit of a doozy (or is that boozy) a friends wedding down the line - so weekend away with only one child - the nice wee quiet baby one and an unlimited supply of wine and good food. Now usually I would think bugger it I'm away its a celebration lets have a party in my mouth but this time I am not thinking that (well gritting my teeth and trying to keep myself distracted from those thoughts - Orlando Bloom and his magic bow and arrow seems to work!) All I keep telling myself is get through this weekend and you are one step closer to your goal and for the next wedding I will look even hotter! So new day, new week - take it from the top!
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