Leaving Struggle Street

Wow, I've been struggling greatly this week.  Even after my last post of starting afresh, the wheels fell off completely.  I've not cared, and just couldn't be bothered.  TTOM (That Time of Month) arrived.  Too much bread, pasta, and wine, and the scales reflected it with a gain of 1.6kgs.


But the gain was just what I needed to shock me back into reality.  I don't want to be that person anymore.  I don't want to be the lazy, fat person from 12 months ago.  I love the new me. I love the new Greg.  I love what our family has become.  So, to rephrase Michelle Bridges, it was time for me to get off Pussy Street, and get on Man Up Road!!!!

Enough is enough.  Time to shift this weight!  I weighed in heavier than I started this round, but that's okay.  I deserve every single gram I put on , and I will work hard to get rid of it again.  I need to get back to double digits next week & I will work my arse off to ensure I am never EVER in triple digits again.  I am tracking every morsel of food in My Fitness Pal, I will exercise like a Trojan, and I will drink my water.  I can do this and I will do this.

Flights, hotel & babysitter are booked for the Finale in Adelaide in August.  And I will be in the 80s by then.  And we have our Bali holiday in only 14 weeks, and of course I want to feel comfortable in bathers & summer clothing.

Yes I can!!!