Dudes, I have SERIOUSLY lost the plot this week. Like, SERIOUSLY. I think I’ve put 4lbs back on already! How ANNOYING! I am my own best saboteur.
This is a recurring theme methinks.
Check it out: week leading up to Barcelona, I was the very epitome of a dedicated weightwatcher, even IN bloody Barcelona. I come back – I let myself go almost as like a freakin’ REWARD for being good…and then my routine goes out the window along with healthy food choices, tracking, counting, working out and general dedication on the whole. Thus it takes me a week and an inevitable gain to get back on BLOODY TRACK!
Double you tee eff is wrong with me? Seriously?
And check me out last week, tracking soooooooo carefully it bordered on compulsions, working out like a fiend AND IT WORKED (Lo and behold! I know! DUH!) and so over Easter weekend I just jib the whole thing off and instead of getting back on plan on MONDAY, here we are at bloody THURSDAY and I have barely worked out and my eating is all over the show.
GOD! I am positively enraged at myself and will be chinning myself later just fyi, in an attempt to sort-my-bloody-nut out!
In the words of the inimitable Zac Efron…’Get ya head in the game’!
Any words of wisdom dear readers? I did soooooo well last week and I’m just being total pants this week! HELP!!!
PS – I went for a blood test today and FAINTED! HA!