I'm guilty again of not keeping this diary very faithfully this week. But honestly? I'm struggling for things to say. Everything is very much as it's been so far. I'm still managing, more or less, to stay within my 1200 cals per day. I'm still taking two of the fat-buster tables before my main meal, have been for a month now, and I still expect my weight loss to slow down at any moment so am trying to steel myself for that, when it happens. I don't want to get down hearted just because I can no longer lose a stone a month. But for now, I can't say that to myself enough. A stone a month. Four stone in four months. It's pretty darn amazing.
I will weigh myself tomorrow as normal and hope and pray that dinner at Mum's last night doesn't make me heavy. She made a gorgeous roast chicken and stuffing dinner. With loads of gravy and veg. Her stuffing and gravy are the best in the world! Who's Mum's isn't? And I ate far too much. Even though I'd used less than 200 cals during the day, I still finished over 150 over. That was one bad-ass plate of food! Amazeballs! Totes amazeballs!
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