It's so easy to slip back into old habits. For the last month, since I moved house, I've been falling back into some of my old and familiar habits - not all at once, and not in a way that is even really noticeable.
For me the 'danger zone' has been a lot more subtle than that: walking 3 times a week instead of 6, eating the odd extra thing because "it won't hurt", not drinking enough water… and while I haven't gained weight (or maybe gained a kilo), I haven't been committed to losing any either.
I lost sight of my goals, and of my reason for wanting to lose more weight.
I've felt really restless: my best friend is overseas, my mother is still in hospital, and I'm not yet settled into a new routine here.
At least I'm still here. Didn't fall off the wagon completely - but the main things that have kept me from totally stuffing up are a) the fact that I threw out my big clothes - all of them - about four months ago, and b) knowing that I am part of Aussie Chicks. In a strange way you girls keep me accountable.
I woke up this morning feeling bloated and hideous. It's time for me to realise that I'm only part of the way through my journey towards getting healthy, and to rise to the occasion. I'm not quitting - I refuse to do that. So it's an attempt to get back to the basics for me for the next three months.
So I'm setting myself one small goal - and a reward for reaching it.
• To lose 4.4 pounds (2kg) in the next 4 weeks. If I make it by 21st May I am going to reward myself with a day trip to a town in WA I have never been before.
And I'm starting today. I have lined up a friend to go for a walk around the river this morning, and after that I'm going to do some work in my garden.
This afternoon, while I'm watching the footy (and probably watching my beloved Freo Dockers get thrashed), I'm going to do my dumbell exercises.
I will drink at least 1 litre of water - and more if I can force myself.
I will eat no more than 1800 calories!
Truly, I am my own worst enemy sometimes. Don't get me wrong - I am really proud of losing 16-odd kilos. Every kilo you drop is worth a pat on the back. But 16kg isn't the deal I promised myself when I undertook this journey last August.
So hopefully I can get back on that wagon and get to work on the next bunch of kilos.
Hope everyone is having a great weekend.

Ani