For the first 4 weeks of this weight loss journey I was doing really well, then the birthday week hit last week and it would be fair to say that this week after some poorly little people I have gone off course.
Not enough to make me gain anything but enough to hold me at the same overall loss so far.
I have spent several days this week berating myself for letting it all slide but sometimes other things just really have to take priority.
Having given myself a very big shake I think this week has been needed in so many ways.
Firstly I now know that I don’t ever want to be this fat again … odd you might think since I should have felt this way before undertaking the weight loss mission but I think the initial heave-ho of the flab was because I knew that’s what other people thought of me and I knew I needed to be fitter.
However now I know I need and want to be fitter and for this flab to be well and truly gone.
Secondly this week it’s blatantly obvious that I am not going to shift the weight without combining good eating with lots of exercise.
So that being said I am going to try to pull in some extra gym sessions, even if that means I have to do them at tea time or late at night.
It may all seem like a very dismal week on the fitness front but I think this could be the second chance saloon and with this week seeing me run on the treadmill for the first time in 18 months I’m taking it as a win even if it was just for a few minute at a time and having to stop as it hurt (with my poorly tummy) I am now even more desperate to get back to playing hockey and maybe looking at bringing running into my life as a more permanent fixture after my operation.