Day One
I got on the scales today. It's not been that long since I did that and the number hadn't gone up much at all but it had gone up. It's not unexpected of course, I'm not stupid, as well as my terrible eating habits lately I've had four meals out in a week and hardly a day without drinking. But I gained a digit, it has tipped over to the next stone bracket and I am now the same weight as my original SW starting weight. It's also the same weight, in fact I think one pound heavier than I was when I got on the scales in hospital just before being induced with my eldest son. This means that right now I am the heaviest I have ever been. Shit. I've been up and down a lot over the years but I was so proud of losing 4 stone and then doing pretty well the other times I went back to group. The heaviest I have ever been. This suddenly feels like a really big mountain to climb. This must be the line in the sand, the sign that I'm going...