and I went back to meeting this morning.
I could rattle on and bore myself, and anyone kind enough to still check in on me, to comfort eating.. but I won't (at least not today).
I have reasons to satisfy any sort of person as to why I've gone so wrong, but the long and short is that I stopped trying. Well, I'm fed up enough with failing to get back on track. Today hubby is finally back at work, starting his new job in London, so today seemed a good time for fresh starts.
It's been 6 months since I really did this. I was 7lbs to goal, I am not now! BUT, I am not up to start weight again *and* I am still under 200lbs (just).
None of my clothes fit, I am stuck in joggers as I refuse to buy over sized stuff.