SUN, sea, sand and sangria have equalled fabulous tan and slimmer figure (HURRAH).
After a week jollying around Majorca I have come back with a tan to rival WAGs everywhere and a slimmer appearance.
According to the scales I have actually lost or gained
THESE past few weeks I have been kind of losing the plot a bit- for several reasons- hence the lack of blog posts! (sorry)
I’ve lost weight, which is obviously a good thing, but I think this was mainly due to losing someone in my life that meant a lot
HAD some horribly disturbing news at the weekend- so traumatising I can hardly bring myself to type it.
Okay here it goes….I….can’t…..eat…..CHEESE!
For those who don’t realise it, cheese plays a central role in my life and has got me through
THE session with Lesley seemed to go really well last night.
I finally confessed something to her as well- I’m only in it for the comfy sofa.
Only joking, but seriously, I need to find out where she bought it from, it is the nicest seat ever.
Yesterday
MY OTHER half pointed out a reassuring article in a magazine this week- a celebrity had lost two stone through hypnosis.
She was from Platonic Mitten or whatever they’re called and used it to cut out snacking between meals.
I must admit I kind of
HAD a bit of giggle with Lesley during my session on Monday as it turns out I have been listening to the wrong CD!
Whoops!
She gave me one for weight loss to listen to everyday and another to help me relax and to listen to when needed.
No wonder I
MY TIME to jump on the weighing scales finally arrived and guess what?
The amount I have lost equals a big fat zero.
Not much to show for a month of hard work, hypnotherapy, CDs and thinking positive.
As you can tell from my tone, I am on a bit of
I AM so naughty.
It's not good. I have been a bad girl.
What started as a Mars Bar yesterday has rapidly increased to what can only be described as gorging.
Today, and bearing in mind I am writing this at 2pm, I have had...
A bacon and sausage
THEY say a positive attitude and a great support-network are the keys to success and this certainly rings true for me.
This week my afore-mentioned boyfriend (in my last blog) saw me after a two-week absence and said I have DEFINITELY lost weight.
I
A MOMENTOUS occasion this week- I had my last
hypnotherapy session.
Well, not exactly my last, but my final one for
now.
As soon as I walked in I knew what Lesley was going to
say. I had no problems to tell her about, no issues I wanted to discuss.
ANYONE who has ever worked in an office will probably sympathise with this week’s dilemma- cakes and biscuits.
Everyone has that person in the work place who will demand cakes be brought in for every birthday, anniversary, new baby and wedding imaginable.
THIS week in my strive for a smaller waist I made two new friends- Sharky and my subconscious.
Sharky, as his name suggests, is a little shark who is now going to swimming around in my stomach, while my subconscious is a pink squishy bubble.
Before
IN WHAT might turn out to be either one of the best or worst decisions of my life, I have again volunteered go undercover in the name of news.After filming myself looking after a robot baby that cried into the wee hours (video elsewhere on this website),