I was a diary writer from a young age and every New Years Day, I loved to get out the brand new Letts diary Christmas present.
The first day of the year, so fresh and clean like the first diary page, so full of hope and optimism. I would consider how I would like the year to unfold and invariably every single time, my weight would factor in there. I would go weigh myself and write – current weight 85kgs, this year get to 65kgs.
There was no concrete plan as to how to do this. Sometimes it was just thoughts of “I am really going to stick to xyz diet” or “I am going to run and exercise every day.” But a few days in and usually it was shot to pieces, that ice cream or chocolate being just too tempting and when you have a bit, you have ruined everything, so you might as well eat the lot; or so the crazy out of control psycho in my head told me. Continue reading