One week done

So, the first full week is over and I have surprised myself by not giving in to temptation (apart from that one bag of Caramel Nibbles, but then I am only human) or actually not being that tempted in the first place. I thought that I would have lost at least 3lb this week.

Fast forward to Saturday morning when I stood on the scales (before breakfast of course) and had put on one pound. Unbelieveable. But then, I had also welcomed Auntie Ruby to stay that morning so I guess it's not all that surprising. I was mightily pee'd off but decided I wouldn't let one little setback put me off and continued to stick to my diet all weekend.

Today I weighed myself and am now 2lb lighter than I was on Saturday. This pleases me and has spurred me on again. Today I have been saintly and feel good for it, even though I saw a man eat a chocolate bar on the train and wanted to wrestle him for it. As daft as it sounds, I am quite enjoying this! I have a little "reward chart" I have made with my 70lb that I want to lose in individual boxes, and for every pound I lose I cover that number with a sticker. I know it's lame and I'm not 4 years old but in a silly way it keeps me on track. After all, who doesn't like rewards?