Well, blogging hasn’t been exactly successful for a few weeks.
But then neither has my diet.
Like my blog nothing has happened and despite my best efforts, no weight has dropped off my hips for some time now.
OK, Easter crept in there – but not a smidgen of egg-shaped chocolate passed my lips on an Easter weekend away, which also featured a beach trek and climbing around a ruined castle, as well as keeping up with a non-stop toddler.
I’ve not gone mad, and have been eating sensibly but it’s been all in vain.
And as I’ve been lingering just above the one stone loss mark for weeks, it’s been getting somewhat annoying to not yet have quite reached that landmark.
The secret, according to my Weight Watchers’ leader, is that I have been too strict on myself.
Under their world-renowned Points system, you have a set amount that you have to eat in order to lose weight. Ducking under it too much and for too long means the weight loss plan will not work. If you are not eating enough, your body clings on to everything you put into it and therefore it becomes impossible to lose weight – well that’s how I understand the science of it.
So this week, I’ve been religiously counting (well, as religiously counting as an atheist can be) my Points intake. I even had to force an ice cream dessert (albeit Weight Watchers) down my neck one night while already feeling quite contentedly full from dinner.
Fingers crossed that come Wednesday night and my next weigh in session I will be back on form and able to celebrate being kicked back into action.
Failing that, I guess I’ll just have to have my cake and eat it all in the name of dieting. Keep your fingers crossed for me...