Well it's time to fess up. I've been slack, really slack. I gave myself a week off for my birthday and then yesterday went to put on a pair of jeans that fitted perfectly to find that they have shrunk. Well it would be nice if it was true but the pants haven't shrunk l have grown and in all the wrong places. It is amazing how quickly it can happen. So today is the beginning once again. If l counted the amount of times l have said that to myself l would be counting for a long time. However it is not how many times you fall off the waggon but how you get back on. Getting back on the waggon now only after a few kilos is easier than 10kilos later. So (gulp) here is goes. I Gabriela am 72kgs today, yes 72kgs. I was shocked when l saw the number appear on the scales, l weighed myself four times in a row to make sure it was correct.
So l have to start all over again, l am not happy with my figure right now, the boobs are good but the rest is not. The tummy is bloated, the thighs are wobbling, the bum is bouncing and worst still my skin has broken out. Yesterday l went to a children's party and over dosed on jelly beans, freckles and pink icing. Within 20mins l had a headache, my stomach blew up to twice it's size and l felt sick and tired. I sculled four glasses of water and went for a long walk and this helped a little bit but l am still feeling the effects today.
I still find myself asking the same questions. Why am l addicted to food, why can others go without it, how can others have a table full of food in front of them and just eat a little and be happy? My willpower is my weakest link, it's time l started to flex so muscle their and hopefully l can get myself back to were l use to be.
