Ruthiebaby
Member
Hello, I started yesterday and will be going on hols on 24th Aug. That gives me 4 weeks and 4 days. I have heard that fatter someone is, the bigger the weight loss. This is something that applies to me.
I have definitely hit rock bottom regarding the horrifying and mind boggling amount I weigh, I simply cannot go on like this with out either A) being kidnaped by some Victorian style freak show, or B) spontaniously combusting due to the incredible levels of static electricity generated by my thighs rubbing together as I walk.
I went to the Dr today about having my Mirena removed (a whole different story) and she told me that I needed a HEALTH CHECK. My heart almost stopped in my barrel like chest as the realisation that I would have to step on a set of scales in approx 10 mins set in. In the words of the no doubt lovely Martha Reeves and the Vandellas there was in fact "No Where to Run To" or indeed hide.
The nurse called me through and started the arduous task. Blood pressure 135/80, waist measurement in the red - (I half expected her to tie two tapes together). But the she saved the best for last. "Follow me" she said and took me out into the busy corridor where they kept the scales. I got on and I'm not proud to say that I couldn't look. She tried to hide the shock on her face - but I could see it in her eyes. She was disgusted and frankly so was I.
So here I am. At the last chance saloon. Wish me luck, its going to be a long journey.
I have definitely hit rock bottom regarding the horrifying and mind boggling amount I weigh, I simply cannot go on like this with out either A) being kidnaped by some Victorian style freak show, or B) spontaniously combusting due to the incredible levels of static electricity generated by my thighs rubbing together as I walk.
I went to the Dr today about having my Mirena removed (a whole different story) and she told me that I needed a HEALTH CHECK. My heart almost stopped in my barrel like chest as the realisation that I would have to step on a set of scales in approx 10 mins set in. In the words of the no doubt lovely Martha Reeves and the Vandellas there was in fact "No Where to Run To" or indeed hide.
The nurse called me through and started the arduous task. Blood pressure 135/80, waist measurement in the red - (I half expected her to tie two tapes together). But the she saved the best for last. "Follow me" she said and took me out into the busy corridor where they kept the scales. I got on and I'm not proud to say that I couldn't look. She tried to hide the shock on her face - but I could see it in her eyes. She was disgusted and frankly so was I.
So here I am. At the last chance saloon. Wish me luck, its going to be a long journey.