Thanks kimber! As far as blow-out days go, I had a parmo last week (
Parmo - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia) but if a takeaway is on the cards I usually have a chicken kebab with salad and chilli sauce; I can still join in but with about 10% of the lard
I stopped drinking two years ago when Mrs LJ became pregnant with our third child as a bit of support, and I never picked it up again when the baby was born. Mrs LJ likes it too because she knows she'll never have to drive if we go out any where lol. I stopped going to pubs ages ago anyway, I was sick of the trouble in the town and the local pubs round here are just dead so most drinking was done at home, or at friends and relatives houses. I'd always have a massive binge on race weekends though, the teams would always have a pissup after we'd put the race cars away on a Saturday...
Anyway, straying off the point

I think I'd got in the mindset of not having a big feed from doing the Cambridge Diet, so I was coming up from a very small intake, rather than coming down from a large one if you see what I mean!
As far as motivation goes, I'm just really enjoying the 'new me' so far; I can do loads more with the kids and I feel great! But I've signed up for a local running challenge for 2010 with the PCT's from the area, so starting tomorrow I'll be back doing weights in the gym and on the street running now that I'm recovered after my emergency operation. I did an interview on local radio about my weight loss and the running project, so with things being so public I can't let myself fail now
There's other things too, like being able to shop at normal shops instead of High and Mighty. And I'm always getting compliments from the school-run-mums when I pick the kids up from school
Just a whole bunch of things are keeping me going. Like being able to walk past the scrotes who hang around the local shops safe in the knowledge I'm not going to get any verbal from them, and not getting funny looks when I'm out with the kids; before the diet I could feel people's disapproving looks: 'how dare that fat guy have kids, I bet they grow up just like him' etc. All that stuff, I miss none of the old stuff and although I've still got a bit of a spare tyre to remove there is *no way* I'm going back to my fat, unhealthy former self!
Your OH is saying to stop losing weight; has he said why?