So last week I was on the plateau. My weightloss had stalled - completely - and I was scundered as we say round these parts.
I was scundered because I have so much to lose and it just felt like it was never, ever going to move no matter how little I ate or much I moved about or however many times I resisted the chocolate in the lovely red machine in work.
I needed something and when I went to WW class last night I was already in a foul mood. It had been an insanely busy day at work - the news was flooding in and phones kept ringing and I couldn't get anything done and I was worn out by the time I got into the car at the end of the day and drove to the meeting.
Everything the leader said I greeted with a bit of a snarl. Sure weightloss isn't easy - and frig all that pointing everything you eat because IT DOESN'T WORK ANYWAY. A Slimming World consultant had called into our office earlier that day and I was tempted to jack in WeightWatchers and try that instead.
Indeed as I waited to be weighed I told my sister that if I hadn't lost weight I would be jacking it in.
But I had lost weight - a whole 4lbs. And I was given a silver seven sticker and even though I'm almost 34 and I'm a proper grown up I felt very proud to get a sticker.
I've now lost 22lbs in 14 weeks and am a little closer to where I want to be. Sure I've still another 57lbs to lose to get to goal (trying not to sob at this) but I'm over this plateau and ready to keep going.
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