I actually didn't put on as much weight as I expected when in Europe. I certainly didn't hold back and thought of nothing but how the food would taste, rather than what it was doing to my thighs (etc). We DID do a lot of walking which, without fail, became an endurance walk Biggest Loser style as it always found me piggy-backing a large 3 year old. That extra weight I was carrying (ie. Juliet...) did burn off some of the cheese and red wine though, hello silver lining.
Now that I'm back and routine has returned and our holiday is somewhat of a distant memory (*sigh*) I feel it is time to complete some unfinished business re: the number on the bathroom scales. So here it is - I'd like to lose 5 kilos. Maybe 6. And 7 would be great. But I wouldn't want to stretch myself so lets start with 5.
I've been wanting to lose 5 kilos for a few years now. Maybe I should just accept that the weight I am is the weight I am. Would a lower number on the scales really make me happier? Well, yes, actually, I think it would. It would make me happier when buying clothes. I'd just feel more comfortable and confident in better fitting clothes, I think.
I also need to start excercising again. I can't use the excuse that it's too hot because it's winter and the magpies don't start swooping until September. Oh my goodness. I think this means I have to go for a walk tomorrow morning. All excuses have been eliminated. I even know for a fact that I have clean and folded walking clothes ready and waiting in my drawer. They've been smuggly folded there for a while now letting me know how unworn they've been. They look up at me, taunting, 'Go on. Pick us up, go on, see if we still fit.' They're not very nice my excercise clothes.
Thats me (n't). Image from here.
RIGHT! Tomorrow morning it is and just as added motivation I'll take my camera and photograph what I see for my next blog post.
I need some words of encouragement. Anyone?