Slimfast or not to Slimfast that is the question. Well I have decided to take the bull by the horns and force myself to drink this so called miracle drink. It's clever really masquerading it's self as a milkshake when in fact it is fowl tasting gloop! If I had more time on my hands I would quite gladly go the gym but between working fulltime and motherhood demanding as it is, doesn't leave a lot of time for me. Maybe it's selfish but the weekend is the only real time I get to spend with my son and I don't fancy spending my spare time in the gym.
I really do miss the adrenalin rush after a good workout because even though I've been eating healthy for the last couple of hours (insert laughter here) I still feel I need to exercise. Before I was blessed with my offspring I had lost just 6 stone (I'm always in a constant battle with my weight - then again who isn't?) and was feeling good about myself. I'll be honest it wasn't easy it took sheer willpower, protein shakes and lots of exercise to lose it all.
As I sit here and type my stomach is growling and I feel like someone has cut my throat. I am not ashamed to admit that I love food but in the same breath I hate it because I can't even look at a plate of chips without it automatically adding 4 pounds to my already excess baggage.I know I have to keep things in perspective cause at the end of the day I will benefit for my health and vanity (you don't have to be stick thin to be vain, us larger than life ladies can be just as conceited about our looks as the next gal) but it's just the bloody process of getting there.
I know the first few weeks are the killer when you start a diet but once I've bypassed the cravings and the mental thinking "oh just have one it won't hurt..." then I know I've got it sorted. Easier said than done, never a truer phrase spoken as "no pain no gain"
