The last time I started this journey I managed to crawl from 113kg to a wonderful 95, promising myself I'd never again hit triple digits. But summer holidays hit, parties and Christmas and all those wonderful things and my wonderful new size sixteen clothes were retired to the back of the wardrobe to make room for my old size 18s and now they're feeling snug.
So I bit the bullet and got on the scales. I'm now 108kgs, but that's ok, I'm not stressing about it. Because what goes on must come off :p I've got a new gym membership, managed to get my house mate on board with healthy eating and I've got all the motivation in the world.
Random ranty thing done
