Ooops. I went to bed last night knowing there was something I had meant to do. Worked out what it was on the walk home from work *blush*

Once more a little later than planned, the Monday Update. Use the ‘continue reading’ link to read the rest of this post.

Again, food wise, I’ve been pretty good. I’m still finding it hard to just use a scraping of spread (I like the taste), but I am getting better. For the ‘free day’ Meowkaat says I am allowed to have, I had hot dogs made with proper sausages in fresh finger rolls. Mmmmmmmm. Even they were vaguely healthy (as healthy as sausages ever can be) because I grilled them and had a side salad.

On the down side, I’ve had a few glasses of wine this week - the odd glass of Rose whilst with mates. And I cracked at work today and had a biscuit Still, I managed three weeks!

Exercise wise I’ve been even worse than last week, not having been to the gym once! I have walked home from work a few times and walked round town on my lunch breaks but… Yeah, I know.

Good news is I went to the doctor at the end of last week and he’s changed the medication I’m on so, fingers crossed, the new stuff will still have the same effect of nuking the PMT/cramps/Jack the Ripper going to town on my ovaries as the old, but without the weight gain. I can but hope.

And, um, that’s it. I’ve not really missed the sweets/biscuits/chocolate/crap food as much as I thought I would. Occasionally I have a desire for something sweet (it finishes a meal off so nicely) but if I don’t buy it, I can’t eat it. Simple. This has led to me pacing the house at about 9 pm looking for a snack that doesn’t exist, and then making a cup of tea, but I defy anyone to find a cup of tea unhealthy!

Roll on week three and the start of a noticeable reduction in the wibble? Again, here’s hoping.