I messed up this past weekend and when I stepped on the scale this morning, I looked down in horror to find it reading 141.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

So not only have I NOT LOST weight, I’ve GAINED!

When I was 25, I could eat a whole pizza and still lose weight. I don’t understand what has happened to my body. I had no idea metabolism could change this much.

But enough of this pity party for one.

I didn’t take it serious enough. I started the week off doing sit-ups and ended with pints of Baskin Robbins ice cream, bottles of wine and a second helping of spaghetti bolognese.

Lesson learned – I can simply no longer rely on my body to do what it did in my twenties. It needs my help now. As I enter my forties (I’ll be 41 in August,) there are things about my body that I have to accept.

It doesn’t mean I have to accept it and roll over though.

So without wasting anyone’s time with more words, I will write again in a week or so and this time, with serious action and hopefully, a much better report.

(I better because my husband and I are going on a little desert springs getaway after some deadlines we have and I will be getting in my bathing suit… wait, what?!)

Have faith, will lose

#losingtwentypoundsdamnit