So you know how I've been back on my diet this week. I mentioned it the other day. And how I had been really good and resisted temptation.
Despite all this, I was weighing myself every morning and I was exactly the same weight Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday AND Thursday morning. Right down to the decimal point - for reals! It was weird because one night - I think Wednesday? - I randomly decided to weigh myself in the evening and I was STILL that weight. And everyone knows that's bollocks because after eating during the day and whatever, you're always heavier in the evening, right?
So I was starting to think either 1) my diet wasn't working or 2) my scales were broken.
I'm not sure which option was worst.
I weighed myself yesterday morning and - miracle of miracles! - I had lost 1.4 pounds. Thank God!
But last night, after a crappy week, I knew I had to have a bit of a blowout. So I got myself a bottle of rose wine, a frozen pizza (well, two little ones) and a Chocolate Orange bar. And ate and drank it all. I knew it was stupid while I was on a diet but I felt like I NEEDED It.
(Why yes, I AM an emotional eater! How did you know???)
So it was with slight trepidation I weighed myself this morning.
I'D LOST ANOTHER POUND!
So . . . . bottle of Cava and a Dime bar tonight then . . . :)