I fear the the snappily titled syndrome above has got most of us yo-yo dieting over the years. I buy a pair of of size 12 trousers... I get down to a 16 but WAIT is that a [packet of] chocolate digestive? I definitely like that chocolate digestive more than the jeans I'm still two sizes to big for! Suddenly all that hard work has been a waste.

I have done this over the years with posh bikini's, expensive dressers, tiny pairs of shorts...the list of motivational items goes on and yet every morning I have a war with my wardrobe. Everyday I think hey I can wear a bit of colour to work! But no navy and black will still look the best. I totally rock the 'posh waitress' look not to mention the 'happy funeral goer' and I can even manage 'tidy goth' fairly well. WHAT I would give to get that beautify cream top from my wardrobe and chuck it without having the odd roll around the middle.

I'm fairly lucky in that the weight has never really gone on my face or waste but BOY any further down and I start having to put on industrial strength underwear to hold everything in a reasonable shape.

Yesterday went fairly well for me. I ate within my calorie limit and had a beefcake session at the gym amongst lots of large sweaty men (I'm not sure if they realised I was any different?!) and came home with a glow that only those with next to albino skin can understand. The only problem is a larger proportion of my calories was pic n mix and pancakes. I still feel that perhaps I need to overhaul my diet and make those calories a little harder to burn off...I can't be the only one cheating at this can I? I guess I'm only cheating if the scales agree on Monday? 3 days to go till weigh number 1 and I just want to be 11 st 10! I can dream...it might not be as inspirational as MLK but even he had to start somewhere...