Because I decided that I was going to commit to blogging and being honest and weighing in every Monday and posting the results - I weighed in this morning. I was met with a 1.8lb gain.
Things I've been doing this week to warrant this (it's not like it's a surprise) -
Not exercising; not going for my daily walks as planned; not wearing my shiny new pedometer; not tracking my calories or even food journalling for that matter; binging; eating sweets, chocolate, crisps, cakes and biscuits pretty much daily (that's all those things everyday for those of you who thought maybe it wasn't that bad); feeling sorry for myself; crying; avoiding the world; feeling distant from my boyfriend; feeling very very angry and hateful towards myself.
Now this might all just sound like a big load of self pitying puke - but it has a purpose. By identifying everything I'm doing wrong, I should be able to make it right. I have deja vu right now. I don't want to be so negative and I don't want to keep gaining weight, but I just can't seem to stop. I feel like I have no self control, my band does its job, but I just wait til there's space and carry on eating.
If you made it this far without immediately closing your browser, sickened by the ego-centric self-pitying drivel, then I admire you and wondered if you had any advice for a very lost little bandster.