Just a quicky...

I weighed this morning, even though I wasn't going to. I vowed I would NEVER hear 17 stone something again... so being on the 2nd day into the monthly curse of all women I really thought that I would have gained.

Jumped on, at DH's insistence and was stunned to have lost another 1/2 pound.

I don't think that has EVER happened at this dreaded time. Also it was really sneaky this month... I had no prior warning and I didn't feel the need to binge out... or kill everyone within 100 metres...

So I was pleased to now weigh in at 16 stone 12 and a half pounds. 15 and a half lost. YAY

I am not going to weigh again until next Monday now because I really like doing it weekly and seeing a good result. I find that sometimes if I hop on and off each day I get downhearted. I don't want to stop that buzz feeling I have right now.

Going to the doctors this morning to get some more pills and also see if I can get something to sort my awful puss filled spotty face! It must be a result of the different/lack of foods...? any ideas? Also BIG blind spots, yuk! Not enjoyable, just painful and annoying.