I got on the scales this morning to discover that I'm ** stone and half a pound, having been under the ** stone mark for several weeks now. It's not surprising, I guess, since I know I've been emotional eating recently (e.g. half a tube of Pringles crisps yesterday!). Absolutely gutted, it was such a downer to see that figure, I'd hoped never to be that number again.
Well, the answer's in my hands isn't it - don't eat crap! Don't buy it - if we haven't got it in the house then I can't eat it can I?! It's not rocket science FFS.
I don't know why I've been letting people and situations get to me so much lately....well, I suppose it's down to the depression. I was feeling so much more positive at the beginning of the week, now I can feel it slipping away again. And husband's got a new health problem which is a bit worrying.