Two months in to my attempt to be healthier and it’s been a total game of two halves. There have been weeks of pure determination, exercise, good food, decent sleep, and then weeks where I couldn’t muster the energy to care much at all.
Despite my inconsistency though, it looks as though it’s been more good than bad as I’m starting to see some results. I know I said in my last post that weight wouldn’t be the only measure of success, and I know it isn’t, but I’m a child of the 80s, Jane Fonda workouts, leotards and constant visits to the scales, so it’s still ingrained in me to jump on most mornings. I can’t help it. And I’ve managed to lose 1stone 8lb in total, which I’m so chuffed with.