I'm teetering in no(wo)mansland. I'm not pointing (which is bad) but I'm not eating off the a la carte full hedonist menu. I think I'm eating what would be a WW acceptable diet so why am I faffing? I will start pointing - soon. Probably Tuesday. I'm feeling the fear and doing it anyway - in a half-hearted way. Actually, mostly feeling the fear... Espcially when I think about what I can wear each day - and that skirt with the split (no, not a design feature).
I think it's partly a weariness about having to log on and fiddle about with the WW site - to endlessly search for things I can eat, see things that I thought I could but can't and generally fume, confuse and waste time that I'd prefer to be doing other things in.
But I want to deflate asap - to leave the Christmas chub behind me and venture boldly into unmarked leaner lands. I'm a couple of stone heavier than my lightest ever weight so those uncharted territories are not going to be explored any time soon. But I do have to accept my fate and embrace the fiddliness, faff and fussiness of being On A Diet.
The good thing about January - a silver coloured lining (bet it's nickel and will make my skin turn green!) - is that there are no lovely social occasions to derail me. It's the long, grey stretch of the straight and narrow disappearing into the far horizon until I arrive at pancake day (yum) and Valentines (romance is not a pointed ready meal, people - FACT). Despite the fact that Easter chocolate is already on the shelves.
Until next week - stay safe and lard-free amigos.
PS Which reminds me - Mrs Lard: welcome back! Your site won't let me comment - assume you haven't told it not to admit me so just letting you know.