After my tummy bug I was rather euphoric that I had lost a few kilos, but I slipped back into some old tricks, fooling myself that I should be happy that food stays down in my tummy. I suppose I interpreted being well again as an "All you can eat" ticket. Early April I was away for a few days with work and counting points had suddenly jumped to the back of my mind again. The hot April weather also marked the start of our ice cream season - all lovely excuses to avoid weight watching.
I was avoiding the scales. Until we spent the weekend before Easter in Vienna. During a city walk a pair of golden scales beckoned me to jump on. 20 Seconds and 20 cents later I was feeling a bit guilty and disappointed with myself again. Rather than moping around the whole weekend I decided to enjoy the weekend and start again when I was back in Cologne. Three more days weren´t going to make a difference........or were they?
I was hit by another tummy bug after returning from Vienna, but was fit enough to murder a chocolate bunny and eat some chocolate eggs on Easter Sunday. Now - post Easter I am back to being good - at least until the next obstacle arrives - or I come across some very large golden scales.
