First 5 months of the year consisted of me loosing weight for a summer holiday.
Since then I've gone from 11st to 12st.
My scales were broken and we're showing me at closer to 11st and although I felt heavier and clothes felt tighter I just trusted the scales in a blissful state of denial.
New scales and checking the old ones with weights confirm.
I'm so pissed off with myself.
I've had a bloody gastric sleeve and I still can't keep my weight under control.
Now I'm thinking about all crash diets and VLCDS to lose a stone before christmas.
Im so fed up with myself.