Oh god. I really need a massive kick up the backside.
The weekend wasn't bad, and today started off okay. Usual breakfast, then out to lunch with friends who are both pregnant so no booze. I eschewed the bread, the pizza, the pasta; had olives, chicken and pancetta salad, loads of fizzy water and mint tea.
And then a BLOODY PUDDING. Why? Felt awful, absolutely sick and bloated and gross. Came home and had to lie down for an hour. And then when I woke up I had Pringles, Jaffa cakes, chinese takeaway, red wine and two - count 'em! - TWO big slices of ds's birthday cake that I DON'T EVEN LIKE.
Fuck's sake, frankly. I am SO annoyed with myself. Two days ago I was 10stone 4, the lightest I have been for years. God knows what today has done to that.
The only positive is that I now have confirmation that sugar and wheat make me feel awful. Shame I can't stop eating them, eh? 