It’s the last weigh in before Christmas tonight. Having been so close to the maximum of my target parameters last time, I feel obliged to go if for no more reason than seeing just how much work I have to do to get back within target.
If I’ve broken ranks, I’ll have a week’s grace, but don’t intend to go next week anyway, so have a fortnight to get my act together.
I haven’t been overindulging as such, but things have got a little out of hand as we try to get to grips with Hubby’s diet, my tiredness at the flip of a switch, and if I’m honest, boredom.
I’m looking forward to Christmas dinner with loads of veg, which will actually be good for me. I’m not doing yorkshire puds, so the syns will be our pigs in blankets and stuffing.
Christmas Pud will also knock the syns up, but in previous years we haven’t fancied them after our dinner anyway and they’ve been held over.