Usually when I fall off the wagon I make a point of not falling off so badly that I can't catch up with the wagon if I run. Unfortunately sometimes it doesn't work out like that - this has been one of those times. I don't have any excuse because there is no excuse, there never is.
A few weeks ago, I had a couple of bad weeks at the scales. A few weeks in a row where I worked hard and got no result for it - stayed the same, gained a pound, lost half, stayed the same. That kind of thing. Then finally I had a good result and lost 2.5lb. Naturally, I was delighted. But for whatever reason, this was where I parted company with the wagon. I don't pretend to understand it, except to say that in the past my brain has repeatedly and regularly demonstrated a particular gift for self-sabotage.
I could stand (well, sit) here and make countless excuses to my readers for why I've been off plan for the last few weeks, but none of them hold water.
Time to move on again. Back to eating properly, back to blogging - and back to the gym, too. Onwards.