I think another thing that happened was that my diet sneakily and slowly went slightly off-course. My little trip to Maccas to get a burger that I took off most of the bun, turned into all of the bun - plus some chicken nuggets. My weekly night out with a bottle of champagne became a couple of nights a week, with a couple of bottles. When a night out never ended in a hangover, it now was - meaning more hangover food, and less activity.
So here I am, giving myself a swift kick up the bum. I gained 2 kilos, and am back to 100.4 kg this morning. I'm not fussed as I know it comes off easily, and I think that's a really important thing for us all to remember. Beating yourself up doesn't help - a kick up the butt is fine however! But don't guilt yourself into feeling like crap - be nice, be understanding, AND STOP.
I think this is a danger area for so many people - you take your eyes off the ball, gain weight or go backwards in whatever it is that has been your goal, and you flagellate yourself, which makes you feel awful, which in turn, makes it harder to be positive and move on. You stay in the past, dwell on the negative, and this inevitably makes you repeat the unwanted behaviour.
Don't be mean to yourself - love yourself! Have compassion for yourself as you do others. Treat and speak to yourself the way you would a friend who has fallen off the wagon.
So, the silly season is over, I'm nudging the steering wheel and getting back on-course, and if you, like me, have veered a little, I encourage you to get back to it - without guilt or criticism. It's been fun, nobody is perfect, and as I have said before, you just need to be persistent.
Back to it!!!
See you in a few kilos. xx
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