It Started With A Dress: Pass Me The Sweatpants

In a new weekly feature, Her.ie newbie Liz is going to share her weight loss journey. She’ll be filling you in on fighting temptation, her willpower struggles with the cocktail menu and taking painfully slow steps towards regular exercise. All in the name of a dress. _____________________________________ Hanging on the wall at the end of my bed is the constant reminder I plan on shedding nearly two stone this year. I also plan on marking the trials and tribulations of ‘trying to be good’ – the favourite saying we all tout, and quickly replace when a cake is put in front of us. Week 60: The holiday will haunt me This week I took a trip to Clare, and while I had a great time, I also managed to eat my way through double the calories for my daily intake. I could pretend I’m secretly ashamed, or have a massive desire to go for a run, but I regret nothing. The food was delicious and you should never turn your nose up at a three course meal. The fact it was accompanied by a bottle of wine each night probably didn’t help the situation. I had done the usual pre-holiday preparations – packed my bags, bought the spanx and thanked God for fake tan and flattering swimsuits. I had also lost 3lbs knowing they would be happily finding their way back to me hips by the end of my three day break.

Rather than beat myself up, I decided to enjoy my time-off, eat the sugar and relax. The only problem was, I kept relaxing… right through to the end of the week. Gone was my resolve for salads and home-cooking, and suddenly all I wanted was anything that had carbs and melted cheese. So I’ve bitten the bullet. After a week of eating out, it’s time to head back to Weight Watchers and find out where I stand on the scales. I really don’t want to face up to the fact that I’m probably going to greatly regret every extra morsel of mozzarella, but with great hunger comes great responsibility.   Nestled in my purse is my card with cobwebs sitting across my name. I'm about to dig it out and face up to the fact that I've not been counting points, watching portions or exercising enough for the past few weeks (ok, months). I’ll report back next week (probably feeling pretty glum). Wish me luck. *Gulp*