Oh no I did it again...

Recently I've been feeling great. My skin is glowing, my tummy is flat, I'm full of energy. My boyfriend is seriously enjoying my newfound energy, enthusiasm and increased body confidence. I've been on top of the world (seriously - like on the happy pills)

Then I stepped on the scales.... and it all went tits up.


It gave me a number I wasn't expecting. 64.2kg. SIXTY-FOUR POINT TWO KILOGRAMS. Seriously?!

I was lured in under false pretenses readers. The scales are all singing and all dancing (they belong to a friend) and profess to show body fat percentage. Oh how I was tempted. My ego said yes - lets see where you come - and now I'm suffering the backlash.

I feel like this now.

To add insult to injury, the scales told me I had a body fat percentage of 16%. Errr.... clearly not as although I've toned up, I'm nowhere close to these two hotties.

So I'm back to square 1, trying not to eat muffins and feeling sorry for myself.

It's no good. I'm going to have to forthwith put a ban on scales. As they are not my scales I cannot do a dramatic scale smashing to cheer myself up. I'll just have to use some backbone and stop whining, and learn to ignore the number. I shall live vicariously through these lot...