Want2bMe!
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I need to update my stats. But before I do that, for the record and to remind myself - today is Monday, 30th January. I am 24, five foot two, hair colour brown, shoe size 6. I had two coffees and 6 cigarettes today. It's likely to snow tomorrow... Oh - and I weigh 19 stone and seven pounds. Where did that come from?
I bought a scales today and decided I had to get my act together after last night - Chinese New Year at my friend's house. The night was great, good company, lovely atmosphere and amazing food, but the whole thing will boil down in my memory to three things - two photographs and a compliment.
The photographs shocked me - I looked like a detached head sitting on top of a big blue polka-dot mountain. I thought I looked curvaceously, vintage queenly-chic. I did not. The compliment was genuinely intended as such - my friend's mum described me as "jolly". Jolly? Santa is jolly. I am a fox. Correction - I thought I was a fox. I really thought that with my glossy hair and twinkly eyes and carefully applied makeup that I had managed to conceal the fact that I am morbidly obese. I thought I had managed to fool everyone with my charming ways and distract them from the rolls that sit on my back and stomach and from my thighs, larger than the torso of some women. Disappointingly, it turned out that I was fooling myself.
So tomorrow will be Tuesday. I will embark - properly this time - on this diet. I will consume three packages of food replacement products and imbibe large quantities of water. I will tolerate any and all questions and comments about this regime and I will congratulate myself on every opportunity I have to fall off the wagon and don't.
I will take it not one day at a time, but one temptation at a time. Please wish me luck.
I bought a scales today and decided I had to get my act together after last night - Chinese New Year at my friend's house. The night was great, good company, lovely atmosphere and amazing food, but the whole thing will boil down in my memory to three things - two photographs and a compliment.
The photographs shocked me - I looked like a detached head sitting on top of a big blue polka-dot mountain. I thought I looked curvaceously, vintage queenly-chic. I did not. The compliment was genuinely intended as such - my friend's mum described me as "jolly". Jolly? Santa is jolly. I am a fox. Correction - I thought I was a fox. I really thought that with my glossy hair and twinkly eyes and carefully applied makeup that I had managed to conceal the fact that I am morbidly obese. I thought I had managed to fool everyone with my charming ways and distract them from the rolls that sit on my back and stomach and from my thighs, larger than the torso of some women. Disappointingly, it turned out that I was fooling myself.
So tomorrow will be Tuesday. I will embark - properly this time - on this diet. I will consume three packages of food replacement products and imbibe large quantities of water. I will tolerate any and all questions and comments about this regime and I will congratulate myself on every opportunity I have to fall off the wagon and don't.
I will take it not one day at a time, but one temptation at a time. Please wish me luck.