I keep a chart of my weight changes and I actually checked twice to see that tonight will be my fifth weigh-in. I just can’t believe how quickly it’s going … that’s a good thing in a lighter life sense, but not in a ‘wishing my life away’ sense!
I’m a little nervous about tonight. I have to confess that I fell off the wagon at the weekend, on Saturday in particular, and succumbed to the temptations of the demon drink. It’s that red wine weakness rearing its ugly head again! And I didn’t just have one glass, I had a lot (I spent Sunday with the black lips to prove it). So of course that meant that the devil on my shoulder said ‘oh, what the hell, you’ve blown it now …’ and I had some wine last night too. I’m not best pleased with myself, not least because I can really feel it in my body. I feel all sluggish and my legs are aching (that may partly be to do with the fact that I spent the entire weekend decorating, mind you). It’s amazing how, when you cut out alcohol for a period of time, you realise how much of a mental and physical effect it has on you. It’s not good … I actually feel poisoned.
On a positive note, we’re managing to celebrate Valentine’s in a way that doesn’t involve temptation crossing my path. We’re going on a spooky walk around London … yes, all very cheesy, but better than sitting in a bar/restaurant surrounded by arguing/smooching couples, frankly. Despite the fact that we’re meeting in a pub, I’m going to be virtuous and stick to the mineral water. It’s only 7 weeks until I go for my first wedding dress shopping expedition, and that should be incentive enough!
Here’s hoping that the scales don’t punish me too much tonight for my misdemeanours …