The week that was

It's Sunday. I always get a little depressed on Sundays. The fun bits are over and I have to get up early for work tomorrow. This is the norm for everyone, but the routine isn't sitting well with me at the moment. I desperately want a break. From everything. It's not a practical idea, nor is it going to be a solution to anything, but right now I just feel like escaping the routine will make me feel less overwhelmed by it.

I weighed in this morning and got a surprise. I have been eating to the plan all week, and exercising most days, but yesterday I got a bit carried away and ate well over my allocated food: all after dinner too, consuming a bottle of wine, a schooner of beer, a club choc bar & 4 meatballs (which I cooked for my boy after I had eaten as I was bored). So I was surprised to show a significant loss of a kg since last week. Hit the 67s... haven't been there in ages.

Sadly, I've probably undone it already, indulging in a massive serving of french toast & maple syrup with berries. It was yummo - Mary and her partner generously shouted us a birthday brecky. Very nice, I think it'll keep me going until tonight's BBQ. I'm glad I walked this morning!

I have spent way too much $$ this month, I've decided one of the skirts I bought last week doesn't fit well, so I'm taking it back on Monday. I'm also cancelling Light n Lazy as although I love the convenience, I really should be establishing good habits on my own again. I just have to learn what I can and can't freeze and get back into the kitchen on the weekend.

Anyhow, a few chores to do before we go out tonight so will get on to them. My goal for this week is to loose 500g, so that will take me down to 67.4. Wish me luck!