Tea I DID suspect I was a little bonkers for going on a diet
And then I weighed myself.
And came to the realisation that I was 1 stone 7lbs heavier than the heaviest I had ever sworn I would let myself become.
Joe should be through the worst of this treatment now. I cannot use his illness as an excuse for my in healthiness any longer. It's not a massive diet, but I have several stone to lose. And plenty of time to do it in.
It's just the realisation that its ok to feel a but hungry before your next meal, and the solution probably isn't to eat a whole pack of custard creams. That a treat is exactly that - a treat. Not an everyday occurrence.
It's not good for either of the DCs to see me eat rubbish constantly and have such a negative relationship with food. Now is the time for me to do something about it. I can find all the excuses in the world that I want to about why it's not the right time, and poor me, how can I cope? And oh I deserve a massive bar of chocolate because its a hard week and I'm exhausted.
But I owe it to my family to be healthier for them and I owe it to myself. I look at myself and it disgusts me (disclaimer: this is my personal view of myself and no comment on any other person's size or shape or whatever). I have to do something and the longer I leave it the harder it will get.