Yes, it’s true. I’ve hit that point that I always hit about 3 - 4 days into a new regime where I am starting to wonder what the point of it all is… My resolve is flagging, and I feel like indulging in tasty treats!
Yesterday’s calorie intake was a 1138. And as Mark worked a half day, we went out as a family to the mall to go for a shop. A little bit of walking, but really no major exercise to report.
Feeling majorly glum today as it was meant to be our wedding day until the bureaucrats stepped in to shut it down. On the one hand, I’m super sad but on the other - hey - it gives me more time to lose weight and get my body better.
I’ve been drinking an ABUNDANCE of coffee lately. Weirdly, yesterday I ran out of my fake sugar, so I used REAL sugar. Today, my weight went up 3 lbs! Correlation??
Not really sure if I can blame it, but it IS interesting, no?
I have also realised something that I guess I knew all along but which I never quite put into words until now. I don’t like fruit. It’s weird, right?
I love vegetables. I’ll eat LOADS of veg. But every time I buy fruit, it just goes off. I NEVER want it. I mean, if I eat an apple or a nectarine (which I had this morning), I don’t HATE it. But I have NO inclination to actually eat it.
Weirdly, though, I love fruit yoghurt. And fruit candy. And fruit ice cream. I prefer fruit flavours to chocolate or other such sweetness. But ACTUAL fruit? Newp. Not my bag.
Anyway, today seems to be quite a nice day, though slightly chillier than it has been. I think I might take the baby for a nice long walk when he wakes up.
I also realised that I NEED to invest in a good sports bra. I have two, both of which are FAR too small for my ample breasticles. So I am forced to source a new one which can take care of my 34HH’s.
Then I can truly begin to exercise.