I did so well until July. Not outrageously so, I was following a programme that worked and wasn't too taxing. I lost weight well and even lost weight while on holiday.
And then it all hit a brick wall. OK, I had that relationship blip (he still doesn't talk to me voluntarily, so I guess we close that part of my life now) but that shouldn't make such a difference. Since I got back from Spain I lost 6lbs, regained 8, lost 4, regained 6, lost 4, regained 4. I know it's no-one else's fault/responsibility but mine but day by day when I ask myself the question: Would you rather eat this X or would you rather be thinner when you go to Paris in October? I'd rather eat the X.
It sounds so wet and wimpy to say that I've lost my oomph, and I know no-one can retrieve it for me - I'll just try to make Today the day I catch it again, cos it sure as heck wasn't yesterday.