This holiday has nearly killed me.
I'm amazed that I didn't crack and eat.
I know that sometimes I sulked (yep I did!!), but when everyone around you is stuffing theirselves silly with all sorts of lovely food and I have to sit with a bloody black coffee, well it really 
ed me off.
My friends husband commented that it was like being with a recovering alcoholic (thanks!!!).
I didn't sulk all the time though 
I went on very long walks up and down hills (and didn't die 
)
I did do "Add a Meal" for a couple of days. Although how they can call 3oz of fish or chicken and 2 tablespoons of veg or green salad a meal, I don't know!!! I'm now addicted to crab
I did sneak onto my scales when I got back - I wanted to know that all the torture was worth it, and looking at the scales I think it was, but I'll wait til my official weigh in next week before posting my weight (don't want to jinx myself)
Back to normality now
