Flubber.
I'm back. For good, hopefully.
I tore ligaments in my ankle the day after Christmas. I was on crutches for about a month. All that weight I lost came back on twice as quick.
And if I'm honest with myself, I've been using that as an excuse ever since. It's JUNE!!!
I reached an all-time high of 106.6kg in late March. Since then, I've managed to get down to 103.6kg. I'm so miserable at this weight, and it's so depressing to know that I've lost it before - it seems to be 100 times harder this time around. I've invested in 10 PT sessions, and so far I've had 5. I can feel myself toning up a bit, but no real physical or numerical change.
I need to get back into the calorie counting. I need to take the fun out of eating. That's my problem, I just damn well eat too much, and I enjoy it. I need to find a way to look at food simply as fuel, and nothing more.
And I just need to keep moving. Simple.
I started another walking challenge, because 4 weeks into the first one I lost my pedometer. I'm looking at having a go at the Hundred Push-Ups Challenge. I hate push-ups - but some good has to come out of it, right?
I need to get some buddies, too. Because doing this on my own is damn hard!