Getting on the scales

End of the month and weighing day for me. I’ve never been skinny and always struggled with my weight over the years, trying to find the best thing that works for me. But there is always that moment when you feel its gone to far with some of these plans and I end up being obsessed over what I can and can’t eat and feeling upset when things don’t work out the way they should. I don’t eat bad food, not really, but I do enjoy a bit of chocolate and a glass of wine now and again. So this year, as I do the same each year, I feel determined to try and do better, to lose the weight that has slowly been creeping back on. Just making those small changes, for a longer effect in the future, by eating healthily and exercising. I know how rubbish I feel when I don’t, not only physically, but mentally too, the guilt overworking. Will this year be any different? Only time will tell, but I want to keep trying at least. I’ve been walking most days, cutting out snacks and drinking more water as well as trying new, healthier recipes in the hope that I start to see a difference. It’s not about what other people think either, I just want to be happier with myself and I’m not as I am. But the small things are making a difference mentally. I feel good when I’ve been for a brisk walk and when I’ve enjoyed a healthy meal. And then I enjoy the treats more when I do have them. I know its going to be a slow journey, with weeks, like this one, where I don’t lose or put on a pound here or there even when I don’t feel it is deserved. But I’m determined to get there, in my own way and time. I need to, for my own wellbeing, because I know I’ll feel happier when I do.