One pound. One step.

Well this weekend has been a weekend of horrendous weather - rain, rain and more rain. I had so many plans for lots of lovely walks with nice views and to come home with red cheeks from the wind and then really appreciate all the lovely food.

Well, someone didn't want me to have that so instead it was full of really really really awful DVDs (except for Shrek Forever After, I quite like that one! Does that make me a bad person!?) and I ate loads.

I haven't pointed it all yet, I'm going to do that tomorrow evening.
But what is good is that I'm okay with it - two weeks and no blip? I'm allowed one, its okay, i forgive you SWL! And it wasn't even a binge, when i've binged before, literally everything that i can eat/turn into something edible gets eaten, i've often had to go and get a food shop after a binge whilst this was jsut a few bits and pieces. Over what i'd allotted and i'm sure it will have dug a hole out of my weekly allowance, but a blip is what describes it i think.

But what is important is that i look at the reasons why it happened.

Well, i lost a pound on Saturday.
I stuck to the pp, I ate a few of my weekly allowance and I only lost a pound.
I know, I know - a pound is brilliant, so many weeks of maintaining or putting on, a pound is fan-bloody-tastic. I should be proud and a part of me is, so there is progress. But the other part of me wanted 3pounds and was disappointed when the scales didn't reflect that.

Over the next twenty four hours I'm going to think how i can tackle these thoughts and look at any other reasons why i ate food that i hadn't planned for.

But on the bright side I did spend a nice weekend all cuddled up, and i guess a pound is worth it for that.

One pound a week - 52 pounds - leads to 18 stone 6, which is lighter than I've been for nearly a decade so that is a good thing - one step at a time :)