I’ve talked before about my struggles with food. Food and I have never had a good relationship. I could list reason after reason, point to some obscure moment in my childhood where it all started but that’s not what this is about. No, this is about obsession and the hold it takes over you.
So last week I started ‘another’ weight loss challenge. The eating effort in the first week was dismal. I ate take aways most of the time. A week long gastro bug was my only saviour so I lost 2kg. Gastro bug has gone now, so I really have no excuse.
Here we are again. I’m trying really hard to not make this into a ‘resolution’ thing because I am doing this for longer than that. Christmas binging hit hard and 4kg found it’s way back to me. The realisation came when I put on my ‘fat’ pants and they were tight.
When I started this blog I wanted to be open and honest in creating a snap shot into my life…even if that is always sunshine, lollipops and all that other fucking shit.