Time to get back on the wagon.

It's quite hard for me to write this, it's already took me a week or so to gutsy up and face this site again. Like you've all probably seen a thousand and one times, yes, this is another, "I failed" story.

About 4 months ago I decided I really wanted to lose weight and kick some serious *kitten*, I lost about 9 pounds up and down and was doing well, high-cal burn gym plan (getting toned in veeeerrry nice places!) then it kinda fell apart.

I met my boyfriend Lyden and started to get very cozy with bad eating again, he enjoys food himself and is a big chap -- which is by no means an excuse, it's me who chose to stuff my face -- but the temptation of constant take-aways and chocolate didn't help keep my figure trim. I've gained all my weight back and more after Christmas and am miserable with how I look again, the sexy underwear I treat myself to when I hit half a stone of loss no longer look bootilicious and I find myself scowling at the reflection in the mirror again and again.

Now, I know it's time for a change. I can't help but think, "Where would I be now?" or, "How good would I have looked?" if I'd continued the way I was. It's a very upsetting thought and in a sense I feel like I've failed myself a little, but there's no need moping about it. We fall so we can pick ourselves back up and that's what I plan on doing.

I've got my fitness plan wrote up, I'm going to get back to boxercise, kettlebells, yoga and restart my C25K plan. I need to start drinking water properly again and eating well (but not completely depriving myself) as I understand good things can be enjoyed in moderation. All in all, thanks everyone for being patient with me, I promise to kick a lot of *kitten* and tone myself up good for the summer (and if you wanna send me a friend request to beat me with a stick when I overindulge, you definitely, definitely can)!

Ange