karra
Loser ;)
Yesterday, my 2 year old daughter was waiting at the bus stop with me when she decided to run off towards a road. My heart stopped. I legged it after her as fast as I could, but my nearly 20st bulk meant that I was pathetically slow and bouncing around everywhere. As I was screaming 'Stop!' she found it funnier and funnier, and carried on running. I've never been so scared in all my life. Thankfully I caught up to her, puffing, panting and pulling up my trousers, just as she reached the road; but I vowed that I'd never be that slow again. So that's my turning point.
How can I justify not keeping my daughter safe because I'm too fat?
No more.
Back to group tomorrow and stopping messing about!
How can I justify not keeping my daughter safe because I'm too fat?
No more.
Back to group tomorrow and stopping messing about!