I’ve gone off my food!

A bizarre thing has happened. I seem to have lost my appetite.

I've barely eaten a thing over the last few days, possibly as penance for a chocolate-fest on Sunday while I watched four episodes of Nip/Tuck back-to-back – which was rather heavenly.   

Since that minor blip it’s been a case of strictly three meals a day. A friend suggested we go out for dinner tonight and couldn't believe it when I said: "I'm not really hungry at the moment – let's just stay in instead." There was a moment of stunned silence at the other end of the phone before she agreed. 

I’ve got another session with Dylan the personal trainer tomorrow which I’m actually looking forward to.

I'm staying at my sister's house at the moment while our new boiler is being fitted. She’s got a cross-trainer so I'm planning on pounding away on that for the next week in between sessions with Dylan. 

All in all, I'm feeling really good about reaching my target weight of 10 stone at the end of this month.