Off to my slimming club in a bit. Expecting at least 2-3 lbs on and to be over my upper target weight. Less will be a miracle, more and I'll probably shed a few tears. My own fault though; I lost the plot completely over Christmas and ate every yummy fattening thing in sight. I've already started back on eating more healthily and hope to shed it within a couple of weeks. Having lost and kept off nearly 5 stone for more than 15 months, I'm not about to go back on that slippery track I've trodden before and regain it all. It's a constant struggle between my piggy former self and my slimmer, wanting to be healthy self. Mostly the new me wins, sometimes after a week or two of piggy me having a tantrum and getting her own way. I'm always worried piggy me will take over for good and I'll end up back where I started at over 15 1/2 stone, struggling to get off the sofa or up the stairs. It's not being slim as such, or wearing smaller clothes or any of those vanity things that gets me back on track, it's the thought of being immobile that does it. I'll update later on just how bad the damage is.
After the club, DH and I are off on the bus to Canterbury for a couple of hours. We hope to get in a bit of a walk and I need a new pair of slippers, since mine have holes in, and a purse, as the clasp has gone on my current one. Despite dropping hints (like, 'If you want ideas for my Xmas pressie, I really need new slippers and my purse is broken') nobody bought me either of those things for Christmas.
See you later. Have a good day. Love Helen x