floss
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Okay, so last friday I finally got the courage to weigh myself at the gym and 11 stone was staring back at me. A few months ago after having my heart broken and embarking on some bad dieting I was 9 stone 7 and felt fabulous, then I started comfort eating out of misery and depression while also doing a 3 month work placement...and now the evidence is all over my backside!
I feel horrible, so it's time to do something about it. To say im absolutely terrified is an understatement. Im the girl that starts a new diet everyday but never succeeds because I never believe I can. I dont wear nice things, iv never worn a dress or a bikini, i dont show my arms in public, i cover up my mirrors...I'm not living my life!
And so, here begins my s&s journey. With my slightly hefty tail between my legs I waddle back over to the dieting wagon and begrudgingly climb back on. Welcome to a few months of weight loss, which in my student world means avoiding the lovely smell of takeaways and looking after my drunken friends as I won't be drinking. I must admit, that is going to be the hardest part. Since i'm heart broken and all i'm quite fond of drinking till I forget everything, flirting shamelessly and dancing like an idiot till the club shuts. But hey, this isn't forever, and I can't stand not being the real me anymore.
Im rambling. Im really really really scared. Which is stupid. But I am. Here's to day 1.
I feel horrible, so it's time to do something about it. To say im absolutely terrified is an understatement. Im the girl that starts a new diet everyday but never succeeds because I never believe I can. I dont wear nice things, iv never worn a dress or a bikini, i dont show my arms in public, i cover up my mirrors...I'm not living my life!
And so, here begins my s&s journey. With my slightly hefty tail between my legs I waddle back over to the dieting wagon and begrudgingly climb back on. Welcome to a few months of weight loss, which in my student world means avoiding the lovely smell of takeaways and looking after my drunken friends as I won't be drinking. I must admit, that is going to be the hardest part. Since i'm heart broken and all i'm quite fond of drinking till I forget everything, flirting shamelessly and dancing like an idiot till the club shuts. But hey, this isn't forever, and I can't stand not being the real me anymore.
Im rambling. Im really really really scared. Which is stupid. But I am. Here's to day 1.