Another week working from home and another week trying to get through the perils of food optimising. 

This week has been a particularly tricky week as there have been a few days where there hasn’t been much to be too happy about and that’s caused me to turn to comfort eating. 

I’m not going to do what I did for last weeks post as no doubt it would bore the socks off you so there’s no food diary.

I’ve generally been good but on a couple of days, I had to have food that was most definitely off plan. That included a pile of chip shop chips and Welshcakes.

I know

that these aren’t bad in the long run. As Stewie from group says “it’s one out of twenty one meals”. So long as the others are good then why not? But then when it turns into three out of 21, five out of 21 it’s starting to get a bit out of control.

I haven’t been massively bad this week. My meals since Monday have been good and I’m watching my syns, staying under 20 per day this week.

I had a wander with Alex yesterday and that’s helped my week and I was able to talk to her about the situation with the Mum and that helped clear my mind a bit. 

So, the tale from the scale, despite a big hiccup on the weekend was a pound loss. It’s not much and if it weren’t for the slip ups then it could have been two. 

I still have a 9 stone loss and while I would still love it to have been that magnificent 11, I still have that to aim for. 

I certainly hope that there are no more incidents on the horizon. What with lockdown still in effect, there’s not much chance of any boozy nights or squiffy late night Facebook DJ sets any time soon. 

I hope that the weather gets better and that I can get out walking again. Perhaps a few miles under the belt may help next week.