2lbs On

So it happened - a week when I put on instead of taking it off. And I'm still breathing, it wasn't The End Of The World, and I'm still sticking to plan. I thought I'd feel worse about it, but I think I was semi-prepared as I could guess it was going to happen after the weekend.

What I do know is that I'm more motivated than ever to keep going and get this bit back off, and then to get on with the rest of it.

Now, it's not the greatest motivation in the world, but I'm really anxious to try and make a really good dent in what's left, over the next 2 months. At the end of May, I'm going to the wedding of this weekend's Hen, Kate. And not only do I want to not cringe at the wedding photo's this time, but there is going to be someone there who used to be a good friend, but is sadly now very much not. Whilst it's sad that a 16 year friendship has been completely destroyed by her choice, I bloody well want to turn up looking the best possible as she keeps making snide comments about how fantastic her life is these days.

Deeply shallow, but if it helps me power on through the next two weeks, I'm down with it!!