No, I’m not entirely sure what that means myself either.
Today was jump on the scales and let the people who run the diet know what you weigh day. Always a joy. I approach the scales like the condemned on their way to be hanged. Or the failing stand-up facing the braying crowd, with EXTREME trepidation. Most weeks it moves do at a sprightly rate. Today – not so much. Of course the only answer to this is to have a strop and do a bit of pouting.
What IS the point of denying myself things if the scale is just going to edge slowly downward?
To this end I ate my FULL allotment of food today AND a slice of 19′s pizza.
I tell myself it doesn’t count because there is a whole week in which to shift it because we ALL know THAT’S how it works. Yes, I am rolling my eyes at myself.
Tomorrow back to the straight and narrow. Those pounds wouldn’t just lose themselves, you know. Sadly.
Perhaps it is time to shake things up a little and try some different foods, under that old guise of a change will fool my body into action.
Whatever.
If only the old, broken biscuits have don’t make you gain weight because all the calories have fallen out, was actually true.
Oh – if you are at all inclined to write to me about how some miracle whatsit can make all my weight issue vanish in a trice, save it. I’ve got this covered, thanks. (Aimed at the bots, who can’t read, well done there Pen, and the trawlers of tags who might think they have an easy mark in me. No.)
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