The Punisher
Full Member
I thought I’d start this diary as a way of keeping on track, goodness knows I’ll need all the help I can get! Vanity made me join Weight Watchers last summer-I’d met a great guy online and he invited me to meet him, he lived in a lovely coast town and he was gorgeous so I was panic-stricken! I joined WW the day after he invited me to meet him. I followed the Core plan and steadily lost quite a few pounds. We got a new leader the same week I put on half a pound, I explained it was TOTM and she said ‘a likely story’ I was fuming with her, walked out of the meeting and never went back.
I started seeing internet guy and was unbelievably happy with him so my weight was kind of pushed to the back of my mind-even though most of our relationship seemed centred around eating out! And I kind of think he likes his girls a bit bigger, as his new girl (who he started seeing a few days after he dumped me!) is bigger than I am now. I was still somewhat bothered about my extra weight but like I said, I’m vain, so having a gorgeous man tell you how beautiful you are doesn’t really force you to go back to your WW meeting! We split in February of this year and I was absolutely gutted. I’ve since been suffocating my sorrows with fatty pizzas and lots of chocolate and drowning my sorrows with so much alcohol that I’m starting to scare myself.
I’m sick to death of having a permanent hangover, of being tired and breathless just from walking to get the bus to work, and I always seem to have some sort of sniffle or other ailment. I’ve got a beer belly and a double chin-I’m generally a mess. :cry:
The sleepless nights have almost stopped, as has the crying over, well, everything. The pining over the ex, meh, I’ll get there with that one! I’m sick and tired of always feeling sick and tired. I’ve been so miserable these past few weeks in this heat. I wanna be able to wear strappy tops and pretty summer dresses and just enjoy the sunshine-enjoy my life. I’ll be 27 in a few months and would love nothing more than to be able to go out somewhere in a slinky little black dress over a flat tummy.
I took action and joined WW again yesterday. The leader, and the other members are all lovely. I’m going to do it this time, I can feel it. I can get to goal, I can lose this weight. I’ve done it before and I can-no, I WILL do it again-and it will be now.
The war on my beer belly starts today!
I started seeing internet guy and was unbelievably happy with him so my weight was kind of pushed to the back of my mind-even though most of our relationship seemed centred around eating out! And I kind of think he likes his girls a bit bigger, as his new girl (who he started seeing a few days after he dumped me!) is bigger than I am now. I was still somewhat bothered about my extra weight but like I said, I’m vain, so having a gorgeous man tell you how beautiful you are doesn’t really force you to go back to your WW meeting! We split in February of this year and I was absolutely gutted. I’ve since been suffocating my sorrows with fatty pizzas and lots of chocolate and drowning my sorrows with so much alcohol that I’m starting to scare myself.
I’m sick to death of having a permanent hangover, of being tired and breathless just from walking to get the bus to work, and I always seem to have some sort of sniffle or other ailment. I’ve got a beer belly and a double chin-I’m generally a mess. :cry:
The sleepless nights have almost stopped, as has the crying over, well, everything. The pining over the ex, meh, I’ll get there with that one! I’m sick and tired of always feeling sick and tired. I’ve been so miserable these past few weeks in this heat. I wanna be able to wear strappy tops and pretty summer dresses and just enjoy the sunshine-enjoy my life. I’ll be 27 in a few months and would love nothing more than to be able to go out somewhere in a slinky little black dress over a flat tummy.
I took action and joined WW again yesterday. The leader, and the other members are all lovely. I’m going to do it this time, I can feel it. I can get to goal, I can lose this weight. I’ve done it before and I can-no, I WILL do it again-and it will be now.
The war on my beer belly starts today!