I lost a pound.
One single solitary pound.
I’m disappointed to be completely honest. It just doesn’t seem that much at all.
I know I’d have been completely, earth shatteringly devastated if I’d put that pound on.
Well, perhaps not that bad.
But I guess I was hoping for a bigger loss this week, given that last week I stayed the same.
That and the fact that my goal seems so far away today.
And that I look in the mirror and still look and feel fat.
I know that baking is a love of mine and this week has resulted in creating a couple of new recipes. I POINTED them, tracked them and ate them and my they were gorgeous.
And if I win this competition that Jan Mary is running I’ll be doing a lot more baking. Which is a test of my willpower. Or lack of. Yeah, I can just blame Jan Mary then for any weight gain.
Anyone got a magic wand?
Words of encouragement?
Or a kick in the …