So, what can I tell you? Yesterday, I decided to join weight watchers. After many, many years, I walked back through the doors, nervous as hell, yet weirdly excited. Nearly crapping myself due to nerves, I had to go to the loo to have a good ole fart and hope that plodding back into the hallway wouldn't leave a recognisable trail of something something....
What made me come to this decision? I can't really tell you, other than I am still huge and feeling weighed down by this growing mass of fat that seems to engulf me. I'm tired of wearing dull clothes and not being able to move without hurting. So I signed up with a friend and sat listening to lots of background noise from his 'helpers' and trying to make sense once again of how this can be applied to my life. I hate it when people generalise, that all fat people eat badly, or unhealthy. I eat far too much and do nothing most days. My portion size is massive and could probably feed a whole family of four. But yet, somehow, all fat people live off chicken nuggets, Mac D's or ice cream sandwiches.
There were far too many people there whose faces I knew and who knew mine. But I just kept telling myself this is for me, no one else. The first step truly was to get over the threshold of the hallway, fill in the forms and then get weighed. I asked him whether the scale would take my weight, he leaned forward and said 'it's ok, it goes up to 35 stone'. I laughed, I won't be needing that much out of the scales. But nearly!!!
So, I'm tracking what I eat, and I will also have to up my movement to make sure I start to burn calories. I'm on 31 points per day.
I'm feeling full of a weird cold and throat infection so I'm signing off now and will be back with some bits later.
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