Shock

I weighed myself this morning.... Jesus Christ, I cannot believe how much weight I've put on in the last few months. I'm starting not just all over again, but all over again and then a HEFTY amount more. I know I had to bite the bullet to weigh myself and get this thing started again, but god. Pick don't know if I feel motivated so much as miserable. I actually have a hollow feeling in my stomach about it, and all I want to so is crawl back under the covers and hide. What a complete fucking idiot I am, why can't I just make weight loss stick. 

On hold

That seems the best way to describe my weight loss efforts. As predicted, the move was not conducive to healthy eating, and there was a hell of a lot of takeaway food and unhealthy snacks consumed. We're still in the process of unpacking and sorting out annoying details (like nowhere to hang our towels or our coats) and I've simultaneously come down with some kind of virus that has sapped my energy and motivation. All these are pretty poor excuses, but I haven't given up entirely. I'm hoping tomorrow I can get back on track somewhat - at the least, back to tracking - and then start a fast day on Monday. Trouble is, the week after that we go on holiday - and I am the absolute worst at sticking to diets when my routine is disrupted. First things first though, eh? Tomorrow. 1800 calories. I can do that.