Ok, so for the past few days I've been struggling to maintain my resistance to cake and all things sweet.
This morning was no different, until about half way through when I recalled a late night conversation with the other half, during which he informed me that this weekend we are booking our holiday.
This will be the first time I have been on holiday since 2005 (not counting weekend breaks or the week in Wales with the crazy friends last year. And I mean crazy-mental, not crazy-up-for-a-laugh. NEVER AGAIN). I have no idea how holidays work, what you get for your money, how to get a non-resort holiday or ANY OF THE THINGS. So I'm pretty much leaving it all up to the other half, who has been on many more holidays than I before we were together.
However, I realised that I am probably going on holiday in around 4 months, and I am NOT something someone would want to stumble upon in a bikini on the beach. The cookie that was half way to my mouth suddenly halted mid-air. The horrific realisation that giving up (as I have been so far this week) is NOT an option. Sure, things have felt pretty pointless over the past few weeks, considering the amount of effort put in compared to the amount of weight lost, but I NEED to be a thin person - or at least a person who looks a bit more like a thin person - before I go on that holiday, and I'm going to do it if it's the last thing I do!!!