There was no weigh in post last week because I didn't make it to my meeting. I could, possibly, have got to a different meeting but I didn't. Instead, I not so much fell as threw myself off the wagon and lay in the dirt laughing while it retreated into the distance.
My mojo is definitely missing. I have...I dunno, WW fatigue? Actually, the problem is more along the lines of a build up of work and study related stress that is leaving me very tired and very low and I am struggling, hard, to keep up momentum in...well, come to think of it, anything at all.
This is hardly sensible since I know full well that I tend to cope better if I am on top of the food and exercise side of things but knowing what is good for me and doing it, as ever, prove to be two entirely different things.
Things are not likely to ease up on the work front for a while so I need to just put my head down with regards to that - I've got a few days away now so I will try and put the office out of my mind altogether and relax (always easier said than done), rejuvenate and come back fighting. I will go to my weigh in on Wednesday and take the result on the chin and...well, just keep going.
This isn't a very cheery post to welcome in November, is it? Sorry, blog friends. Back soon with tales of foodie adventures in Edinburgh which will make much more pleasant reading.