I've got to be honest, I'm all over the place at the moment. My anxiety is playing up, I'm not sleeping, Mr. Ojo is in horrible pain all the time. On top of all that, I've had a lot of form filling, including Ajax's statement, for secondary education.
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I've questioned what sort of person I am, thanks to falling out with people, maybe I'm not the nice person I thought I was. I'm not sleeping well, my diabetes is all over the place. I could go on (and on, and on).
Probably not the best time to make big decisions, but I'm making them anyway.
I have been umming and arring, for a while, about leaving Slimming World. I wanted to leave a few weeks ago, but the mister, along with many others, talked me into staying. One of the main arguments, for staying, was that I would gain the weight I'd lost, back. However, the last few weeks, despite sticking to plan, staying to class, or dropping in an weighing: I've gained 2.5lb?!
I've been attending classes for, at least, eighteen months. I fought hard for the 2 stone I DID lose, now I'm stuck there. I wouldn't mind if I was near to target, but I'm not! In that time I've brought other people along, include him indoors, all of them are doing better than me. Mr. Ojo lost 3.5 stone, in just six months.
I know I'm not supposed to compare my journey to others, but that is far easier said, than done.
Getting on those scales, in class, this week, was horrible. I'd gained another 1lb, despite being on plan. The mister had been to the rugby on the weekend, eaten nothing but pasties and chocolate, yet stayed the same!
It was the final nail in the coffin, for my journey.
I'm not saying I'll stop, I'll just stop spending £5 per week on it. I honestly think the anxiety, of weighing, was making things worse. I'm wound up before I get on the scales, then thinking about my failure, when I get off...
That's not healthy!
So, it's been a blast SW, you've made me new friends, helped me slim down by 2 stone, but now our journey is over.