125.9 Watch me break all of my rules

I'll be back later, once I've swallowed my incredibly bitter little pill and try to make sense of it.

Later: Not very fucking good, is it?

• I will weigh myself every Monday come hell or high water I weighed myself on Friday 123.3. It was very uplifting. I weighed myself again yesterday 124.5. I was happy with 124.5. I would have been happy with 125.9 if I hadn't seen the lower figures earlier in the week.
  
• I will stop making excuses if I gain weight and I will stop placing unrealistic expectations on myself I ate pizza last night while we were out. It was well within my points but I know that eating salt and floury/bread products make me retain water.
  
• I will not be disappointed if I do not lose 1kg/week I am really, really pissed off that I haven't even lost 1kg.

OK, so apart from the end result, it was a good week. I exercised five days out of seven. I managed to eat very heathily and stay within my points. I lost 700g which is nearly 2lbs.

I spent all Friday looking forward to a martini as a treat for being so good all week. When Mr Mac came home he went to make it for me, only to fiond our ice was tainted with prawn stink from the prawns which had been freezing next to the ice. I was so disapppointed that I couldn't even choose another cocktail which didn't require ice. I had an intense craving for a massive bag of crisps and a gigantic bar of chocolate but managed to overcome it somehow.

Jeezus, it's going to be a long, hard (that's what she said) slog.