I love the sun and now that the weather's picking up I thought it would brighten my mood. But it's shortlived as I realise it means less covering up... less hiding.
My mum suggested measuring my weight loss with my clothes rather than NUMBERS, so I tried my white linen pants on from last summer. They're a size 8 and rather than making me look like a slim 20 year old I felt like the back end of a POLAR BEAR!
I love bacon butties and I haven't turned down a weightwatchers low fat bacon muffin on a saturday morning for over 6 months... until this morning.
I know this is a step backwards and a trigger to catapult me back to ED... so then the sensible voice in my head says EAT THE DAMN BUTTY and you won't slip back.. or at least there'll be a delay...
But I can't. I don't want it and I can't stand the thought of a bacon butty shaped piece of fat stuck to my hip... that's a thought to put anyone off their breakfast... except my dad that is!
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My RD tells me that no food is bad. But you can't eat the same thing all the time. That's where I fell into bad habits and problems. A bacon buddy once in a while is fine. It's a treat and if you eat right the rest the time it will not gather together on the hips.
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