I continue to assume I will soon get back on track. But it hasn’t happened as yet. When I bought the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies yesterday (yes, I did cave in to my desire for biscuits / biscuit batter) I did so on the assumption that today… Sunday – start of the week (kinda) I would get on track.
When I scoffed more red wine than I should have last night – thereby ridding my house of any wine or champagne, I did so on the assumption that today, I would turn over a new leaf. I would be ‘healthy’ girl.
Of course instead I slept in because I stayed up later than I should have because I drank and ate more than I should have… So, the last day of my 8 week holiday has been spent lolling in bed feeling sorry for myself and sitting wallowing in front of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Series 3.
I went out for Chinese at lunchtime, hoping that would satisfy my slightly-unhappy stomach and I returned to my bed a number of times hoping that I would snooze (briefly so I didn’t fritter the day away) and wake restored. But alas…
Tomorrow I return to work and I am hoping that signals a renewal of my Weight Watch(er)ing. I will put my Weight Watchers point tracker in a prominent position so I cannot fail to see it. I will plan ahead and know exactly what I will and will not eat. And most importantly I will damned well get my arse into gear.