There’s a line in the first episode of Studio 60 where Danny Tripp, the recovering addict who’s just failed a drugs test talks to his partner about slipping up. He says,
I had twelve years, now I’ve got eight days
(or something like that I may have the numbers wrong)
Anyway I sort of know how he feels.
Which is to say I have become the cliche.
Which is to say that about 3 months short of 2 years after I started Lesamy I’m almost back to where I started. Ok I didn’t put all the weight back on. But I am back to wearing a lot of my ‘fat’ clothes (which I only still have because I never got around to giving them to the charity shop) and crucially I’m back to getting out of breath when I climb the stairs.
*sigh*
*shrug*
I was going to post all about how it happened. About the point where my motivation failed me and the stages of decline after that. But, well all that’s in my blog really. You can take it that since my last Lesamy update I more or less went back to eating how I used to two years ago. And of course not exercising.
The crucial thing now is to somehow find that motivation, that commitment, that stubborness to not give up that I managed to maintain for several months but haven’t had for longer.
Anyway I’m starting again. I’m counting from where I am now(*) which I think will help me “start over”.
So:
Week 1
Lost: 1.9kg (4.2lbs)
Weight: 131.7 (20st 10lb)
(*)ok, technically where I was last week.