I did it! I only bloody did it!
Yes, I caved and rejoined the gym. I dong want to go all Bridget Jones on you but maybe I ought to be doing a daily round up.
"Calories consumed 2435
Minutes on treadmill 43
Minutes spent thinking about shovelling food into my face 840
Minutes spent sleeping (but dreaming about cream buns) 600"
I am approaching the point where I gave up in my last diet. Now obviously this will not happen because I have guilt on my side.
I believe I gave up for a couple of reasons.
1. I hit a plateau. Not a good plateau like this one...
...which would have had talking dogs, peculiar birds and grumpy old men. Or at the very least some relics of a lost prehistoric world. No, this is the plateau of despair which many dieters reach and stay at a constant weight for ages and ages. This plateau is inhabited, in my world,by chips and cheese and chocolate, stalking through the undergrowth and howling long ululating cries and gurgles. Oh no, that would be my stomach.
2. I didn't want to eat less because I thought that would make me miserable. And I was trying hard to exercise more. And exercise really is the answer, but running round the park was knackering to my feet and I couldn't keep it up. But in the gym, on the cross trainer, I can go on for an hour and I can keep it up.
So I had to give them my money.
I hope they use it wisely.