Some weekends take the whole week to recover from!

Before church on Sunday morning I found myself trying on practically every dress in my cupboard - just to see what it looked like. I felt so trim in all my clothes, so right, so happy.

But on Saturday night I was fighting a winning battle with the half of me that wanted to smother itself in chocolate and pizza. I didn't, but my husband needed to hold me down from dialling dominoes at one point! Then, I encountered some of the emotions that had been neatly hidden away by the pleasures of pizza in weekends past.

My weekend activities need reviewing. My new habits don't fit in very well with my old activities (which were to sit at home and watch TV). Need to fill Saturday afternoon with some sort of hobby. And I don't need to be so afraid of those emotions. I felt much better after I realized what I was feeling. I could relax after that.

So Saturday, tough, Sunday, wonderful, Monday?

A bit of both. Went to the gym for a review. I had last had one over a year ago, when, much to my surprise I weighed 65.2kg. I didn't remember that! So, although I now weigh in at 64, 2kg, it was not quite as dramatic for me as I thought it would be. This got me thinking about yo-yo dieting. Am I a yo-yo dieter? How am I going to keep the weight off this time and not see the kilos creep back on again? I'm tired of losing the same weight over and over and over again.

So, a mixed blog today. I'm still following the programme, but now a little doubtful of my long term consistency.