Sometimes you just have to go back...

I've often ranted here since April, May time about my inability to get back into this dieting business. 

I moaned about how I feel cheated by dieting, about how cutting out sugar has perverted my relationship with the stuff.

Despite my craving to get back to the right frame of mind to diet, I just haven't been able to do it.

Tuesday I weighed myself and was shocked to see 12 stone 11 pounds.

Since then I've had no problem following the GI diet and turning down the bad stuff.  I'm relieved to already be down to 12.7, which means it is mainly water I gained - phew.

I think my obsession with soup has been a hindrance, because although it is healthy and low calorie, it is also time consuming to make.  It seems as much as I love to cook, there are also nights you don't.  So I've been eating turkey or fish with new potatoes and vegetables for the last few evenings which involves much less effort.

I've decided that when I go to Malta in a few weeks for Christmas I am going to turn down my parents lovely home made cooking and cook for myself.

And exercise - I finally have been getting some...  Played squash twice this week and playing again on Sunday, playing against friends is a good motivation.  And I've been told that if I find an exercise class of some kind, I'll have an exercise buddy to go with.

So phew it has finally all fallen into place again.  My brain that is.

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The moral of the story is that I should have stuffed my face sooner, then the shame and weight gain would have spurred me into action faster.  Grrrr.  One word for you.

Bollocks.