I spent the weekend walking and pub crawling. Kept meeting up with smoking friends and would think awww for a second, then remember everything that comes with it and I was ok again. Strange sensations. Done a lot more exercise then I've done in years over the week, didn't ache so don't think I'm doing enough but pleased my fitness level is still ok to not ache and ready to ramp it up this week. So that's all good. Fella had that whole body crave thing on Sat night, wow that's horrendous to watch and pants to be on the recieivng end of the temper, but great, it's done and we are ok.

BUT, about weight! Yes I know there are bigger problems in the world but really, I'm over a stone heavier. I know it's vain and I should be all "oh I quit smoking yay" but that's not me. I don't make a big deal of it but I overly care what I look like. I am the one with the boob job and capped teeth across the front of my mouth cause I wasn't happy. I have managed my weight since my first child, refusing to be that mum who didn't lose it. I don't know what to do and am covering up the fact this is awful for me, looking in the mirror right now is awful and I do care. I won't smoke but jeez. Over a month of my skin itching like it's on fire and my skin is awful and now I'm a fat lardee bloater too. Am going to try and up the intensity of the workouts and cut out more foods. I have a wedding to attend at the end of the month and I will look dreadful :( Just needed to write it down somewhere I think that I'm not ok with that one bit, the rest rocks! Still would choose lardy over smoker, just sucks, that's all.