Right, enough already. Easter has come and gone and I am still not properly back on track.
No excuses, I've been a bit rubbish but it has to stop now. I refuse to let myself go backwards. I refuse to give up. I may well have lost fifty pounds, but there are plenty more to go and I need to get over the complacency and get on with the business of weight watching.
I have gone and signed up at the gym / pool situatued in a hotel just across the road from my office. It is pricey and small but it is convenient and that is the key at the moment.
I have plenty of nice meals planned to look forward to over the next few weeks but, other than a gin tasting session that I'm attending on Saturday afternoon, not much by way of outings - which suits me fine for the time being.
There are eight weigh ins between now and when we fly out to Barcelona for a few days. There is no reason why I couldn't have hit the four stone mark by that time - and hopefully be sailing down towards the next stone bracket.
This is a declaration of intent.
Wish me luck.