spottydoris
Determined to succeed!
Yesterday was my 30th and I had the treat day I had planned since day one. It was nice and tasty but made me feel quite queasy.
I woke up this morning at 9am and managed to abstain from the cooked brekkie my OH and sister had... just had a black coffee instead.
I had every intention of having a shake but just couldn't bring myself to do it. Consequently I didn't eat or drink a thing until just now, I went into the kitchen to make a choc shake but in a fit of rebellion I grabbed a bag of hula hoops and went back to the sofa. I then thought *bleep* it, I'm going to have a pizza and start tomorrow when I can have a proper routine and do it properly.
I went back to the kitchen and put the oven on then headed to the garage to get a pizza from the freezer. The door to the garage is really stiff so I gave it a customary tug and yelped as I caught my little finger between the door and some arcatrave (sp).
I immediately burst into tears, felt like the biggest fatty alive, turned off the oven and retreated upstairs with my bruised and grazed finger.
I just feel like the biggest let down. I did so well in my first week (forgot to post yesterday but week one was 10.5lb loss), and now I am so scared that I've messed up and lost my zone.
I am now in bed, still starving, not knowing what to do. Just crying out of self anger and disappointment at my inability to follow through on a plan.
I need some motivation and some advice please.
Sorry for sobbing to you all.
Spotty xxx
I woke up this morning at 9am and managed to abstain from the cooked brekkie my OH and sister had... just had a black coffee instead.
I had every intention of having a shake but just couldn't bring myself to do it. Consequently I didn't eat or drink a thing until just now, I went into the kitchen to make a choc shake but in a fit of rebellion I grabbed a bag of hula hoops and went back to the sofa. I then thought *bleep* it, I'm going to have a pizza and start tomorrow when I can have a proper routine and do it properly.
I went back to the kitchen and put the oven on then headed to the garage to get a pizza from the freezer. The door to the garage is really stiff so I gave it a customary tug and yelped as I caught my little finger between the door and some arcatrave (sp).
I immediately burst into tears, felt like the biggest fatty alive, turned off the oven and retreated upstairs with my bruised and grazed finger.
I just feel like the biggest let down. I did so well in my first week (forgot to post yesterday but week one was 10.5lb loss), and now I am so scared that I've messed up and lost my zone.
I am now in bed, still starving, not knowing what to do. Just crying out of self anger and disappointment at my inability to follow through on a plan.
I need some motivation and some advice please.
Sorry for sobbing to you all.
Spotty xxx