Run, Fat Girl, Run
So tonight I found out I weigh 21 stone and 3 pounds. Or if you want to make it sound really impressive - just over 134 kilos.
Wow.
That's a hella weight, right? Even at my height (5ft 9ins) it's still a lot. A lotta lot. And I don't even have to look at it everyday - unless of course I happen to catch sight of myself in a full length mirror (yeah... uh huh) or a shop window.
So why am I telling every man and his dog this?
Well, I've done diets in the past. Done and failed. Or rather got bored, 'cheated' and eventually given up with the muttering that I'll 'start again on Monday/Tuesday/Friday/After the Weekend*'
*delete as applicable
It never happens, does it? Or is it just me? *grins*
Anyway, whilst I'm (mainly) comfortable in my own skin, I know that being this weight and size isn't doing me any favours. I just turned 37, so whilst I'm not middle-aged (NONOIAMNOT!!), I'm no spring chicken any more. And I'm noticing that my health isn't exactly tip-top. My knees recently started hurting randomly, my ankles and feet ache - even when I'm sitting on my backside all day.
And that's the biggie - I work in an office, at a computer and the majority of my walking is to the ladies, the photocopier or the kitchen area. Sedentary ain't got a beat on me...
So tonight I went to Weightwatchers. I've been chuntering on about going for a while, but always managed to tell myself it's the 'wrong time' or that I can't afford it, blahblahblah...
And tonight I'm embarrassing myself and revealing what I actually weight - something I don't think I've ever told anyone before. Hopefully this will encourage me to a) keep going to WW class (henceforth known as 'fat club'), b) keep on with the diet and c) move my arse to the gym that I've been paying for since last year.
I'm also going to use this journal to update on my progress each week. It'll probably be something short (like this), but I will be posting my weight. Just to remind myself of what I need to do.
Not for anyone or anything. For me. Because I'd like to live for a while after I retire *grins*
*takes a bow*
Thank you for reading.
Wow.
That's a hella weight, right? Even at my height (5ft 9ins) it's still a lot. A lotta lot. And I don't even have to look at it everyday - unless of course I happen to catch sight of myself in a full length mirror (yeah... uh huh) or a shop window.
So why am I telling every man and his dog this?
Well, I've done diets in the past. Done and failed. Or rather got bored, 'cheated' and eventually given up with the muttering that I'll 'start again on Monday/Tuesday/Friday/After the Weekend*'
*delete as applicable
It never happens, does it? Or is it just me? *grins*
Anyway, whilst I'm (mainly) comfortable in my own skin, I know that being this weight and size isn't doing me any favours. I just turned 37, so whilst I'm not middle-aged (NONOIAMNOT!!), I'm no spring chicken any more. And I'm noticing that my health isn't exactly tip-top. My knees recently started hurting randomly, my ankles and feet ache - even when I'm sitting on my backside all day.
And that's the biggie - I work in an office, at a computer and the majority of my walking is to the ladies, the photocopier or the kitchen area. Sedentary ain't got a beat on me...
So tonight I went to Weightwatchers. I've been chuntering on about going for a while, but always managed to tell myself it's the 'wrong time' or that I can't afford it, blahblahblah...
And tonight I'm embarrassing myself and revealing what I actually weight - something I don't think I've ever told anyone before. Hopefully this will encourage me to a) keep going to WW class (henceforth known as 'fat club'), b) keep on with the diet and c) move my arse to the gym that I've been paying for since last year.
I'm also going to use this journal to update on my progress each week. It'll probably be something short (like this), but I will be posting my weight. Just to remind myself of what I need to do.
Not for anyone or anything. For me. Because I'd like to live for a while after I retire *grins*
*takes a bow*
Thank you for reading.