So it’s been three weeks. Have no idea if it’s starting to show and to be honest with you I don’t feel it all that much. I guess I’ve reached my first slump. This might be because of a lot of things but mainly I think it’s because of food, or eating. 

A couple of post down I mentioned that Anna and Andreas were moving out and Camilla and I went to dinner at their place, I also mentioned that my sister Angela had a birthday. Well, at the first event I ate too much home made pizza, drank beer and had too much candy. At the second event I had a Vanilla Brioche. Not good.

It’s not like I’m going to stop eating things that I find delicious but the first events excess in candy which the second event built on was not a good combo. Had I just had some candy it wouldn’t have been half bad. This is what I have to work on; the food part. September is going to be tough.

Still, there is a whole week until then and I won’t start obsessing just yet. I have plans for what I am going to do. How hard I’m going to do it depends on what the scales say on September 3:rd.

Fat cat eats a rat then fat cat becomes more fat!