It’s another Tuesday and the scales beckon.
All week I have maintained two pounds less than my official weigh in last week.
I get on the scales this morning and…………………………….. back to last week’s weight.
I confess yesterday was a bad day for me. I hit the sweeties big time, and I mean it was a big bag of liquorice allsorts, a very big bag (but I did share).
In my defence, it was a futile bid to assist with the slight issue of constipation as the fresh fruit and veg did not seem to be working in keeping me ‘regular’.
I’m having a major affair with salad again, which normally results in water retention, but I am keeping up with my exercise walking the dog.
Nothing different or exciting in the meal department this week, and tomorrow we are off house hunting, so any plans of keeping on plan will go out of the window and be left on the motorway or in The River Severn.
Of course, there is always Plan B
Oh and how did I do?
Put on a pound 😦
Oh well, tomorrow is the start of another week.