Weight went up at the weekend, but not as much as previous weeks. The reckoning is coming, body, and I am ready for both it and you.
Right now, I’m pretty much flat out exercise wise. I hit my 12k target 6 days out of 7 last week and exceeded it by some considerable amount. I’ve not had anything bad or wrong in my body in terms of excess sugars for coming up for a fortnight. There as a brief moment of regret in the Gym that I ate all those Belgium Waffles back before my daughter was born, because they’re what I see every time I look down at my stomach. However, I either equalled or exceeded all my previous times/thresholds at the Gym this morning, and know for a cast iron fact I’m getting stronger. I can see it. I can feel it. My PT has suggested a blood test to ensure there’s no underlying health issue preventing weight loss.
I’ll be going to the Doctors after I pick up the youngest.
This is not going to beat me. I refuse to go backwards. There will not be depression or anger, simply a quiet determination to make things change, and they will. I’ll find a way to lose the weight, and keep it off, and there may yet be a waffle as reward when I get there.
For now, there’s gonna be a showdown. Hormones, you’d better be fucking ready.