Ok, I am going to SULK.
I have been exemplary this week, and bloody good last week. I have been a saint. No chocolate. (Question: How many family members offered me choc yday? Answer: Two, the unsupportive buggers) No cakes. One small ginger biscuit on tuesday, the first biscuit to pass my lips in a fortnight. About 3 zillion portions of veg and fruit a day. No cheese no butter virtually no bread or pasta. Smaller portion sizes. No-point soup for lunch. Sodding Corn bloody Thins coming out of ears.
Weightwatcher weigh in this morning (I have been looking forward to thursday morning all week, for some positive payback) and - I stayed the same.
Arghhhh! What else can I cut out? That naughty apple mid-afternoon? The skimmed milk I sprinkle over my bran flakes? Whaaaaat??
Ok, so how long do we think it takes for the weight to come off when we don't eat a farking thing? I've heard it can take up to 10 days for pigging out to show on your hips, so what about the other side of the coin?
I'm SO pissed off today now. And the worst of it is, I'm now so conditioned to Zone It, I just went into the kitchen to see if I could do a little angry nibbling, and I glowered at the easter chocs, and I glowered at the hot cross buns, and I glowered at DS's babybels, and then I stomped out again and sat down with my black tea. Hmph.
Oh, happy birthday for yesterday, aitch.