One pound lost this week.
Only a pound.
Just a pound.
I’m just back to where I was a couple of weeks ago and boy oh boy am I getting frustrated with being stuck around here.
I’m going nowhere fast and it’s starting to get to me. After all, I’ve been doing this for half a year now and I still have another two stones to lose.
I feel I’m never going to get there.
And feeling like I need chocolate.
But I won’t.
Because then I’ll feel even more poopy.
And I don’t like feeling poopy.