...and the award goes to.....
ME. FatFran = big greedy fatty fatty.
I've put back on the 1.5lbs that I lost last week. I can put this down to the following:-
Sunday: big fatty fatty dim sum session with my mum, sister and her three children.
Monday: big fatty fatty session with my sister at Da Polpo with lots of delicious booze (god I bloody love Da Polpo - embarrassingly a waiter there totally remembered me from the last time I visited about a month earlier...I do not recall ever laying eyes on him...to be fair, I don't actually remember paying or leaving that night either. Have I told you how much I love Da Polpo? A lot. And they have the hottest waiter that I actually fell in love with last time...apparently called Norbert, which is BRILLIANT.)
Tuesday: big fatty fatty Pizza Express session with the family again. I think that it's becoming clear that my family have RUINED MY DIET.
Wednesday: big fatty fatty steak and chips eating session with @miss_jordi at Le Relais de Venise. HOT DAMN those are some fine chips. And the sauce!! The stuff of dreams.
So I think we can see where it may have gone wrong this week.
Seriously though, what the hell is wrong with me? The whole point of this blog was to keep me on track, to sort of shame me into behaving and to stick to eating healthily. I guess I could lie and pretend that I'm being good, but one of my colleagues is reading and she'd blatantly rat me out. And it kind of defeats the point anyway.
I just don't really understand it. I usually overeat and eat unhealthily like this when I'm feeling really unhappy, but I'm not feeling really unhappy at the moment. I'm going on holiday very soon (although that's a bit stressful in itself - my holiday companion is all petite and gorgeous and the girl that every man falls in love with and rightly so - I'm going to look like a BLIMP) and I've booked tickets to Australia for next year. Things are fairly good right now. Yet I am out of control, I just can't be bothered to behave.
I'm feeling a bit stuck and useless and this makes me sad and I start to self-loathe a bit, because I'm so crap. I know that I can do it - I lost 3 stone in 4 months 3 years ago for the love of god...so why am I not doing it? It's self-destruction and it's getting a bit tired.