Satan Sugar

Well I'm back on the pack gang. I'm trying so hard not to be sad or resentful about it. Packs may suck but so does being fat. Of course, at the moment I'm on packs AND fat but it's a question of gritting my teeth (also useful in that it inhibits food consumption!) and get on with it until the scales tip. Literally as well as figuratively.

And by the time I started (yesterday) I had put on a shade less than 2st since my lowest weight a month or two ago. That's shocking, it really is. I am amazed and very, very scared at the rate it piles back on. And this is with running twice last week and doing 3 walks over the weekend, from 5.5miles to 9miles. What does that say for the long term? I know I can't keep yo-yoing in this fashion.

I'm also trying to remind myself of all the bad effects of sugar, especially when it sings that siren, seductive song to me as it will, loudly, over the next few weeks:
1) Makes me fat
2) Makes my teeth get hyper-sensitive and painful (weird but true)
3) Makes me jittery and stops me sleeping
4) Gives me the shakes when it wears off
5) Leaves a funny taste in my mouth
6) Has just started giving me stomach pains (indigestion?)
I'd like to think of more (anyone?) but that ought to be enough to keep me off it - if I am remotely sane. Which I am unsure about when it comes to sugar, frankly.

So day 2 of packs, one hilly 4 mile walk and one 2.5mile run down.

But sadly, I think I'll still be a stone to a stone and a half off the weight I want to be for my brother's wedding to the chav on Halloween - and not even as low as I was before I messed it all up. I'm not sure what to do about an outfit in that case - I don't want to buy something that potentially won't fit me for long (and at the same time I don't really believe I can get much smaller than I was). But then, I don't have any great desire to be anything much smaller than a small size 14 anyway - and I don't know what that will look like on the scales so what I'm aiming for in any case. Hmmm.