Bloody hell! Was expecting to at least maintain, but I've gained.
But it's all good. These last 10 kilos may be taking forever, but I'm not letting it get me down. I know I could lose it quicker if I was really fanatical about my eating etc, but I'm pretty happy just cruising along and slowly (so slowly) getting the weight off. At least I'll have had plenty of practice for maintenance! And of course I have been sick this week...
A wet and cold weekend in store for Wellington. The rugby sideline is going to be such a fun place to be tomorrow (not), especially as I'll have Jake sulking alongside me because he's not allowed to play for a week.
I'm going through some advance empty nest syndrome at the moment. I was expecting Jake to be at home for at least another year while he was at university, but he and a mate have just announced their intention to go to England for a year. I'm all for the gap year concept, but not sure how I'll cope with the reality of my baby leaving home. Still, no firm plans yet. My food bills will certainly drop!