Today is the day, the dreaded weigh in! (Cue dramatic music)
I'm excited and worried and I'm walking to the weigh in for exercise! Go me!
I'm excited because I feel good, I'm not bloated, I have more energy and I think my double chin may be receding! Woohooooo! I'm worried because I've never dieted (I hate calorie talk) and think I'll be frustrated if I don't see the scales say something smaller than they did a few days ago!
I already have my back up, I'm three days early for the weigh in because I'll be away on the date we arranged and between me and you, my lady time must have added a few pounds right? (too much information? sorry but these are desperate times!) I marched all the way, music in ears, raring to go and after taking my boots off (of course) jumped on the scales. (The scales that have been temperamental in even switching on) And there it was, staring right back at me, not caring that I'd refused cakes and chocolates and walked my ass off every day, but right there, the same bloody weight I was four days ago!
Okay so I felt relieved that there were no extra pounds, but bloody angry that despite my only treat being a 38 calorie watery hot chocolate, nothing had even changed! We ranted and blamed my friend's dodgy scales, declaring that next week we would march into the chemist to use their industrial scales and hope they don't flash neon lights and sound alarm bells! Wish us luck!
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