The Strategy Paper

Blood was 6.3 this morning.
Breakfast was beans on toast. Lunch was a Traditional Sunday Roast and Trimmings. Craving carb really badly right now - want to go to ther local chip shop and have large chips and sausage...just because.

This was a really stupid moment to go and weigh.

Well, let's clarify - it was a really depressing moment to go and weigh. The only thing I can salvage from that moment is the determination it has engendered.
Once I've finished this blog, I'm going to write a Strategy Paper for the week. A diet plan, and more importantly an exercise schedule - what to do, when to do it, to get more than back on track. Right now, I feel like a 15 stone man, who's recently put on - say - a stone and a half, rather than a 20 stone man who's recently lost something between four and five stone. Hence the Strategy Paper. This has to be proper dedication, no excuses, no "Yes, but"s...

I'm about half a hair's-breadth away from stropping into a fury and resurrecting every perspex wall I have - no fried, no sweetened, no anything-that's-any-kind-of-fun-ever...cos clearly, it worked, and clearly my attempt to normalise moderation and increased treat-consumption while still having weight to lose is not working the way Aristotle said it should. Clearly, I'm not the kind of Man-of-Self-Control that His Nibs recommends we be. At least, not yet.

So this is Bad Mood Bitchy-Boy, feeling overweight and out of control and furious and very nearly whingy and tantrumming, about to write a bitchin' exercise regime for the week ahead. And about to stick to it. Annnnd about to not blow the whole thing by getting considerably more dressed and popping out to the Fountain Fish Bar for an orgy of grease and carbohydrates...

Surprisingly, this makes me feel absolutely no better at all...