I tried to be good. Honest. But after a while, it got harder and harder to resist.

I am of course referring to my recent weight loss…and probable weight gain. I wouldn’t go as far as to blame my in laws. But I can say without a word of a lie that they were successful in introducing Tim and I to some very yummy and irresistible food.

The plan was not to worry too much about the food. Not worry too much about counting points and trying to lose weight. The plan was to try and just reduce the amount of damage I did to my previous efforts and then get back on the wagon when we were settled in to the new home.

Well, now we’re settled in to the new home. Now, I have to face the music.

I’ve been tossing up over not going to weigh in for two or three weeks and seeing if I can lose the weight I may have put on in the past few weeks before I go back. But unfortunately I think I wont be able to get back on the wagon…unless I DO go back and weigh in.

So it’s time to face the music for me. Time to face the fact that I may have put on a kilo or two in the past month. Time to face the fact that I now need to try and get back in to eating the way I was before we left Queensland and time to face the fact that those ever so yummy things that we’ve been introduced to  will have to go in the “treat only” basket.

Bummer.