Lost 4.6lbs on Thursday night.

Ate like a demon on Friday and continued it into Saturday too. Felt sick. Hate myself. Why did I do it? No idea. I knew it was coming though somehow.

It was all going too well. That's me almost hit the three stone mark so far.

It's like I want to punish myself and that's why I ate.

Not in a good place just now but really want to snap out of it.

We had rampant urgent sex last night and that felt good. Released a lot of pressure and agression I suppose that I had been feeling at myself.. replace food wants with sex now there's an idea..(!)Weird how my weight never interferes with that side of thing..

I can't stand my own thoughts just now so not much of a blog happening just now.

Tomorrow is the start of a new week. Today I'm back on the dust (LL packs) and will soon return to a safe place food wise. Can't wait. I hate this. Oh so negative today...

So plan for today is finish putting up curtains in wee one's playhouse, final tidy of house, force hubby into ironing (mwhaha)and then going out to the park with little un for a lovely long walk, wrapped up of course cos it's looking rather cold out there.