katrinasusan
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Okay, here I am, sat in bed at 1 o clock on valentine's morning. I'm absolutely wide awake, so why not start this diary now, eh? This is my third time on Slimming World, and hopefully my last. The plan is amazing, I just had a lot of things going on the first times, and I ended up quitting. I always get people reminding me to stay after weigh in, but to be honest, I don't need convincing, it's my favourite part of the evening! I had my first weigh in on Thursday, and I tipped the scales at 13st3.5lbs, which was a little disappointing as earlier in the day I weighed myself twice at home and both times it said 12st10lbs, but as we all know, home scales can be crafty little blighters, especially when paired up with calories, the small creatures that sneak into your wardrobes at night and sew your clothes tighter. At 5ft6in, my BMI is only a small decimal from obese, which to me is quite scary, as I'd always thought I was an okay weight for my height. Anyway, I'm absolutely determined this time not to give up. Summer is fast approaching(even though this week we've had on/off snow most days, grrr), and It has come to my attention that I have never once bought, or even tried on, a bikini. It's most likely to do with the whole more-rolls-than-greggs issue, and needs sorting pronto! Speaking of Greggs, I am a massive lover of said sausage rolls, but I don't eat them anymore as I have given up pork. This has come as a good thing to me, as yesterday I was disgusted to find out they were around 15 syns a piece(even the notion!!!!), and I have been known to eat three of them in one town centre outing! No wonder I'm how I am! I'm a size 16 on top and bottom, and I'm tired of being the only one that doesn't go swimming, or wears trousers all the time, or wont go on a trampoline for the fear of a possible awfully embarrassing moment where I break through the springs. I've been around the same size for as long as I can remember, and I don't want to be saying the same thirty years from now. I'm really going to stick to this, and I have two targets pinned up on my wardrobe. 1. Fit into a size 12 and 2. Reach 10 stone. I will be happy just getting one, so it's whichever comes first. I'm not going to rush this time though, I may be going along one big journey, but each mile I shall take as it comes. I'm also trying to be realistic. I know I'll never have a washboard stomach or super toned legs, that would require many an hour spent exercising, something I am only fully happy to do if compulsory or there's only one till left free of shoppers in Sainsbury's and I can already see two women eyeing it up. I will update my food diary from yesterday later on this morning, and then every evening I'll do the same. I can't wait to start this new adventure, and the new me shall reineth!
