I realised something yesterday... you know that week, the week when you feel rubbish and hate yourself? Well last week was my that week.
I felt terrible, all I wanted to do was eat, and I didn't have the energy for anything.
The cloud is lifting now and I have the glimmer of hope returning. My motivation is back, not at full capacity but it's there. I've been able to resist having more than one chocolate bar (not much I know but stick with me) and I'm restricting my food intake.
Progress is happening, albeit at a very slow rate.
For now I'm happy with it, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be back to my normal motivated self next week.