I've been out for the last month (or thereabouts)... and I feel kind of sick for doing it. I've managed to lose a kilo and a bit, but that's it. I stopped writing down what I ate, stopped caring what I ate. I'm glad I'm not going up, but I need to be responsible for lagging behind the weight-loss wagon.
I've revised a few goals in the last couple of days. Rather than 62kg being my end weight, I changed to 65, and changed the time that I want to fit into a size 14 from end of June to end of July. But I will be making my first goal of 85kg by the end of next month, which I'm really happy with.
So, here I am, ready to rock. Again.