Day Seven: the Bank Holiday edition

The whole country is basking in the last of the summer sunshine, having barbecues and generally enjoying themselves, so obviously I am fasting. This is mainly because I go back to work tomorrow after my long break and while I don't have any issues with fasting at work, I think I'm going to need a boost to get me up and out and through my first day back.

It has been a reasonably easy day, with strong coffee getting me through a trip to the cinema with the kids - I didn't actually miss the popcorn - and some delicious M&S tuna mooli wraps for lunch - once again indebted to Dream for finding these.

http://health.marksandspencer.com/our-health-ranges/delicious-and-nutritious

Despite some reasonable evidence to the contrary, I have again struggled with doubts about whether this will work. The mind is a devious place and sets all sorts of traps to catch you with self-doubt. I find myself thinking - how much will be good enough? If I am weighed after 6 weeks on the plan and have lost 6lbs, 4lbs, 2lbs... how much will be enough for me to feel it is working? If I go back to work tomorrow and nobody remarks on any difference in my appearance, how disappointed will I be? The four non-fast days between Day 6 and Day 7 felt like a very long time - what if I have undone all the hard work?

This is why I don't usually have scales in the house. However I bit the bullet yesterday and ordered a set. I have booked my follow-up appointment with my GP for 3 weeks today, but gritting my teeth and assuming this is all working and I am going to continue with it, I don't really want to have to go back every month to be weighed. I may ask my boyfriend to hide the scales in the meantime...

I know, I know, I'm doing this for me, for my health, and whatever the outcome it will have been good for me. But I'm only human, and my wobbly tummy reproaches me on a daily basis. Hopefully soon there will be less of it.