I heart Pimms. I want it in my face.No I haven't fallen off the edge off the earth...
...or even into a self-depreciating pit of weight loss woe.
I am alive and well and currently very happy indeed. I restarted The Regime (tm) of doom yesterday and will be reporting back at weekly intervals once more. I've just been having too much fun to worry about how much I'm eating and drinking. But I need to find a happy medium and strike a balance between having fun and sticking to the ol' lifestyle changes I put in place back in January.
It's not even that I've put a huge amount of weight back on or anything. I just feel sluggish and bloated because of my culinary naughtiness. And because of booze. Booze = root of all evil. But it's so much fun! I feel like my body's shouting at me, begging me to treat it nicely and stop giving it too much salt/fat/sugar. So, as of yesterday, I am firmly back on the green tea and salad.
In other news, I am dying for it to be Summer. I'm normally a Winter lovin' gal but this year it's really starting to grate on me. I want sun and Pimms and festivals and barbecues. I'm bored of cold, wet mornings and finishing work when it's starting to get dark. I think I used to shy away from Summer because I hated my body. Baring anything more than the absolute minimum amount of pasty white flesh sent me into a panic of epic proportions. But not this year, no sirree. I shall be svelte and lithe and parade the streets of England wearing nothing more than hotpants and nipple tassels.
Now that's something to look forward to isn't it?
Don't say I never do anything for you...
