Day one ...again

So here I am again, wondering why my weight is  half a  pound more than when I started slimming in January. Well not wondering, knowing full well. Whichever PLAN ( not a diet) you choose you need to  stick to it  in order for it to work.

You may get support and a round of applause if you lose but just turning up to get weighed does not mean you will lose weight.

Anyway, I was waiting for something to happen to finally spur me on to weight loss and I think it happened earlier today. I was walking up the hall way in my mother's bungalow at the end of which hangs a full length mirror. I was wearing a large white top with horizontal stripes, a pair of skinny jeans and ballet pumps. I carry my weight on top, my legs are still quite slim, it struck me that if I put a bald wig on I could audition for the Gru character from Despicable Me ( see above)

 

So here I am at the end of the day, feeling very please with myself, because I have weighed my portions and measured my alcohol intake. I have not eaten any part of my children's 1,000,000 Easter Eggs. I have written down everything I have eaten and drank.

 

It is time consuming and boring but I know that if I stick to it I will lose weight. I lost weight on Weight Watchers after my second child, but then looked s good I got pregnant again. That THIRD pregnancy has a lot to account for . I ballooned although I was so sick I could  hardly eat, my stomach grew so enormous my belly button which has always, always been an inny became an outie and has never recovered. My stomach muscles are non existent and after two C sections, my abdomen still looks a few months pregnant, with a weird over hang above the scar. I am not yet old enough for people not to ask me if I am expecting on days I wear less than flattering clothing (half my wardrobe.) I go on holiday in Devon and North Wales, so I am not worried about looking good in a bikini, but I would like to look less like a beached whale on Criccieth's shingle beach.

 

Now there may be someone who reads this or a blog like it who has no sympathy. Stop eating, get off your backside and exercise. You have more time to read about the struggles of someone addicted to smoking, alcohol, drugs or sex than someone who just eats more cake than is strictly necessary. 

 

So back to the books, back to counting syns and eating fat free everything. This time however I will win and I will go to every weigh in session and I'll write a short piece on this blog every day. If anyone reads it, please leave a comment or a smile or something. Let me know that I'm not alone.