Fat Attack
So, here I am on the precipice of middle age attending my first ever diet and slimming class and regular therapy sessions. This is so not who I thought I would be when I grew up :)
It really pains me that my life has boiled down to the boringly pedestrian 'overweight with issues' LOL. I've always egotistically thought I was above those sort of things; that these were the remit of bored housewives or Middle Class working women in loveless marriages.
My first experience of Slimming World is that it looks doable and sounds sensible. I will very much miss cheese en masse but otherwise it's pretty much what I already eat.
The medical I took in March freaked me out quite a lot. Not only did I have to confront my first lumpy breast mammogram moment but I learned that I was five stone overweight. I've always been a big person and I know I put on at least one stone in Edinburgh when I began medicating my thyroid problem. I also know I must have collected at least one stone when I gave up smoking. Another stone I can pin directly on the depressive slump I sank into at my previous job and the other two belong to the 'I'm lazy and eat too much' school of fat.
Hearing 'five stone' was a slap in the chubby face and although I have begun the programme today, my simple breakfast of coffee, muffin, banana and apple juice has already almost doubled my allowed 'naughty food' element. Apparently fruit juice is to be counted as 'naughty'. What a pisser. I can forgo my latte for an Americano and I can replace my muffin with a bran bar or some other mind numblingly boring thing but I will really miss my beloved apple juice.
It really pains me that my life has boiled down to the boringly pedestrian 'overweight with issues' LOL. I've always egotistically thought I was above those sort of things; that these were the remit of bored housewives or Middle Class working women in loveless marriages.
My first experience of Slimming World is that it looks doable and sounds sensible. I will very much miss cheese en masse but otherwise it's pretty much what I already eat.
The medical I took in March freaked me out quite a lot. Not only did I have to confront my first lumpy breast mammogram moment but I learned that I was five stone overweight. I've always been a big person and I know I put on at least one stone in Edinburgh when I began medicating my thyroid problem. I also know I must have collected at least one stone when I gave up smoking. Another stone I can pin directly on the depressive slump I sank into at my previous job and the other two belong to the 'I'm lazy and eat too much' school of fat.
Hearing 'five stone' was a slap in the chubby face and although I have begun the programme today, my simple breakfast of coffee, muffin, banana and apple juice has already almost doubled my allowed 'naughty food' element. Apparently fruit juice is to be counted as 'naughty'. What a pisser. I can forgo my latte for an Americano and I can replace my muffin with a bran bar or some other mind numblingly boring thing but I will really miss my beloved apple juice.