I was doing so well and now I've spent 2 weeks sabotaging it! It was the bloody scales that did it; I weighed myself and the thought process was "oh fab I've lost lots, that means I can go off and eat whatever the fuck I like."
I'm weighing myself in the morning and I know there will be tears. Any advice for how I turn it around? I'm so worried my motivation is all gone after 2 weeks of "one more day and I'll get back on it". Today was going to be the day but I've had a cornetto, a chocolate mini roll, a jammie dodger and a kinder bueno.
I'm practically in tears ffs. I've tried and failed so many times and I told myself this would be the last time. I have 2 young DC and I don't want to have a heart attack or end up with T2 diabetes. They deserve better!
Told you I was a twat.