Since Tuesday I've been back at my diet. On my diet plan I'm allowed 5-15 syns a day, aswell as a choice of 'free' food. There have been days where I have gone over my syns by just one or two syns, but I'm not feeling guilty about it. Today, I had all my syns with my lunch I was that hungry, I usually leave it until evening to eat my syns!?
But, mentally I'm struggling with it. I've got the hang of it. Lack of money has meant I've been relying on what we have in the house, so choice has been limited. The fitting of the kitchen was finally finished on Wednesday evening, so finally got back to oven and hob cooking, but my new oven is not as good as the old one!
The problem has been tiredness, every day I could either go for a nap early evening or I'm fallling asleep on the couch earlier than my usual bed time. I'm also a bit grumpy and short tempered, which is not really like me. I'm hoping this will pass as my body adjusts to the change in diet. I've had problems like this when I've tried low carb diets, but I think I'm having enough carbs this time? I do suffer from PCOS, which has seemed under control since having Isla, but previously my insulin levels used to go up and down depending on what was happening with my hormones (female curse).
I've made some nice dishes this week, strictly my own creations, one was a minced lamb curry with peppers, and the other has been monkfish with roasted vegetables. This is free food on the diet.
Once pay day has arrived, I will be able to get more food to add some more variety to the diet, and will try to get in more exercise.
I've been on the cross trainer a couple of times and I'm really struggling with 'the burn', which is holding me back from doing as much as I physically could. My poor muscles have forgotten what exercise is! I've got hold of some zumba DVD's to try. For now, I'd feel far more comfortable exercising in my own home. Also today I went onto wii fit, and just did the body test. I got a bit of a telling off as its been almost 2 years since I was last on - yeah I know! It was able to tell me I had gained two stone 4 lb since my last visit aswell. One good thing my wii fit age was the same as my actual age.
I'm hoping for a good loss this week, to help motivate me.
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Falling at the First Hurdle!
What a week! The fitting of the kitchen is dragging on. It's been stressful and a big inconvenience. I've lived on chicken and rice for meals with the kitchen being out of bounds and limited cooking facilities.
On Friday afternoon Isla's consultant phoned to give me the results we've been waiting for. Unfortunately we did not hear what we'd been hoping. One of Isla's scans is called the MIBG scan, the dye will attach itself to neuroblastoma cells and light up the imagery to show the consultant where the cancer is. Isla's liver picked up the MIBG dye. Many consultants have looked at the imagery and discussed whether it is cancer or just a false positive. Isla's liver has always looked 'grossly abnormal' since diagnosis, the flow through it is poor and it is nodular. The consultants don't 'think' it is cancer but cannot guarantee this is the case. It may jsut be that the dye has attached itself and taken longer to filter out of the liver?! It is not bad news, but it has not been good news either. It just means we can't move on.
When the consultant was on the phone, I felt ok, reassured. I contacted my husband to get him to phone me as soon as he had the chance, and while waiting for his call, I became more and more upset. My mood for the rest of Friday and most of that night was not good. I was very down and turned to my comfort - drink and snacks! I didn't go on a binge, I had 3 vodka's with low fat crisps and a kti kat, but that eating has continued throughout the rest of the weekend.
Most of Friday evening I spent cleaning the kitchen and stocking up some of the cupboards ready to bake on Saturday. Most of Saturday was spent catching up on almost a week's worth of washing and baking for a car boot sale we held to raise money for Isla today. It has been a busy weekend. I'm glad for it as I am in a better mood for it, ready to feel positive, unfortunately the eating has not been great especially with left over home baking in the house this evening!
But, tomorrow I'm ready to climb back on the horse and get on with the diet!
On Friday afternoon Isla's consultant phoned to give me the results we've been waiting for. Unfortunately we did not hear what we'd been hoping. One of Isla's scans is called the MIBG scan, the dye will attach itself to neuroblastoma cells and light up the imagery to show the consultant where the cancer is. Isla's liver picked up the MIBG dye. Many consultants have looked at the imagery and discussed whether it is cancer or just a false positive. Isla's liver has always looked 'grossly abnormal' since diagnosis, the flow through it is poor and it is nodular. The consultants don't 'think' it is cancer but cannot guarantee this is the case. It may jsut be that the dye has attached itself and taken longer to filter out of the liver?! It is not bad news, but it has not been good news either. It just means we can't move on.
When the consultant was on the phone, I felt ok, reassured. I contacted my husband to get him to phone me as soon as he had the chance, and while waiting for his call, I became more and more upset. My mood for the rest of Friday and most of that night was not good. I was very down and turned to my comfort - drink and snacks! I didn't go on a binge, I had 3 vodka's with low fat crisps and a kti kat, but that eating has continued throughout the rest of the weekend.
Most of Friday evening I spent cleaning the kitchen and stocking up some of the cupboards ready to bake on Saturday. Most of Saturday was spent catching up on almost a week's worth of washing and baking for a car boot sale we held to raise money for Isla today. It has been a busy weekend. I'm glad for it as I am in a better mood for it, ready to feel positive, unfortunately the eating has not been great especially with left over home baking in the house this evening!
But, tomorrow I'm ready to climb back on the horse and get on with the diet!
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
One Week In
So tonight I returned to class for my first weekly weigh in. I arrived early as I wasn't planning to stay tonight. When I arrived I met in with one of the ladies that started last week too. She was telling me how she'd had a night out on Saturday with lots of food and wine, and how the hangover on the Sunday was helped with the Chinese take away! I think I've been ok this week. I am finding it difficult to get my head around the idea of not measuring certain foods and eating them freely, but it's such a change from other diets.
I think my week had a very good start, despite the news that I had to empty the kitchen and utility room by the following Monday. I got very stressed with emptying the kitchen, I was getting more worked up than I normally would. I wasn't sure if I was in a funny mood with the restriction of food and drink or just the inconvenience of having to get kitchen packed up? But I did think the stress was probably good for burning off some calories?!! The stress is also building at having to wait for results of Isla's recent scans to find out if she's in remission. We have had the result of the MRI to say that she's clear, but waiting on the MIBG scan result and the result of the urine test which picks up tumour markers. The urine results have taken up to 5 weeks before, but we've never had to wait this long for a scan result. I'm almost convinced it's good news, but would like to know for definate!
The result from first week into the diet was a loss of 2lb. I feel really disappointed with this, but then I feel disappointed that I feel disappointed! I am often like this on a first week of a diet where I don't have a big weight loss like other people do. Fellow newbie tonight had a loss of 5 1/2 lb with her meal and booze and take away!
I have to remind myself to be patient and hope that my body will accept the diet in a few weeks!
I've been having a look on the website for recipes tonight, so there's plenty I want to try once I can get back into the kitchen and cook properly. Tomorrow I will get on the cross trainer once Isla is at 2-3 club. Even though I'm feeling disappointed, I'm also very determined that I will lose weight, so it's onwards and upwards (downwards on the scales though).
I think my week had a very good start, despite the news that I had to empty the kitchen and utility room by the following Monday. I got very stressed with emptying the kitchen, I was getting more worked up than I normally would. I wasn't sure if I was in a funny mood with the restriction of food and drink or just the inconvenience of having to get kitchen packed up? But I did think the stress was probably good for burning off some calories?!! The stress is also building at having to wait for results of Isla's recent scans to find out if she's in remission. We have had the result of the MRI to say that she's clear, but waiting on the MIBG scan result and the result of the urine test which picks up tumour markers. The urine results have taken up to 5 weeks before, but we've never had to wait this long for a scan result. I'm almost convinced it's good news, but would like to know for definate!
The result from first week into the diet was a loss of 2lb. I feel really disappointed with this, but then I feel disappointed that I feel disappointed! I am often like this on a first week of a diet where I don't have a big weight loss like other people do. Fellow newbie tonight had a loss of 5 1/2 lb with her meal and booze and take away!
I have to remind myself to be patient and hope that my body will accept the diet in a few weeks!
I've been having a look on the website for recipes tonight, so there's plenty I want to try once I can get back into the kitchen and cook properly. Tomorrow I will get on the cross trainer once Isla is at 2-3 club. Even though I'm feeling disappointed, I'm also very determined that I will lose weight, so it's onwards and upwards (downwards on the scales though).
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
First Weigh-In
What a day yesterday was!
Being a stay at home mum, I've become accustomed to taking a few leisurely cups of coffee in the morning, while browsing the internet before I begin the days tasks, I'd written down a list of jobs that needed doing and that I planned to tackle. Yesterday morning, while I was enjoying my coffee the doorbell went. Stood at the door was a tall gentleman with a high-visibility jacket on (some sort of workman I deduced before opening the door!). He informed me that they were fitting a new kitchen next week, he then went on to ramble a lot, while I had a mad panic going on inside my head, I picked out the word 'boorach', amongst other things but I really didn't take in what he was saying other than he would be dropping off boxes the next day for me to pack up the kitchen and that they would be setting up a site office down the road.
We live in a house courtesy of Defence Estates as my husband is in the RAF. A letter last year had stated a new kitchen would be getting fitted in March. March is a few weeks away! My first thought was; 'oh no, I still have stuff to sort out for car boot sale next Sunday', followed by; 'where am I supposed to put all the stuff', followed by; 'I have a toddler who will not be confined to a room and staying out of kitchen', followed by; 'I'm starting a diet tomorrow'! No easy option of I can't cook we'll just have to have take-away.
While all the panic was going around my head, I was still chuckling to myself at the workman's use of the word 'boorach'. I love that word and haven't heard it in a while. I was also wondering if he'd used that word to all the other people in the street. Being in RAF houses, most people are English and might not understand it. Although when you're told your kitchen will be a 'complete boorach' for about four days, I'm reckoning they can guess what it is. If not and you're reading this -
bourach
(boor·ach) Dialect, chiefly Scot ~n.
1. small hill or mound.
2. disorganized heap or mass (as in “Last went and it turned intae a right bourach“).
3. a crowd or group of people.
4. a small, humble house.
5. a muddle; mess; state of confusion (often in “That room o’ yours is a total bourach. Get in there an’ get it tidied!“).
Coffee finished, I decided to get started in organising things. First off, the freezer. We're lucky enough we have a spare fridge/freezer in the garage. So I decided we could just use the garage one and switch off the kitchen one - the freezer in the kitchen is desperately needing defrosted and I keep trying to empty it only for hubby to keep coming home from the supermarket and filling it up again! So yesterday I took three tubs out to defrost and use up, todays lunch and dinner sorted, also be making soup today with some lovely chicken stock. Most other things fitted in garage freezer and there's a few almost empty packets to be used up this week. One job done!
Next job was just to open the garage door and sigh - where to start? I decided that I would take all the boxes for the car boot sale into the dining room just now. Of course that meant sorting out the dining room table. It turns out there was a table under all the paper and computer parts and other miscellaneous items. (Uh oh, I just turned round and there's still some items on it?) Dining room mostly sorted I started taking the boxes into the dining room and gathering other bits and pieces from around the house for the car boot sale.
With that cleared out of the garage, I managed to get round to sorting it out and putting things away in the attic. What a job that was, I eventually finished at four, apart from a few boxes that I left for hubby to put away, (my back had had enough) just in time to pick the older girls up from the bus. Isla was enjoying herself yesterday playing on her bike and car in the garage, I'm afraid the weather has been too miserable lately to get outside in them, then she had lots of fun playing with toys she'd forgotten about that I had packed up for the car boot sale!
By the time I had collected girls and came home, I managed to make dinner and get washed and changed before heading to my first fat club class. I learned many years ago, that nothing ever runs smoothly for me. Someone in their wisdom told me years ago that I wouldn't appreciate things unlessI had to work for them and overcome hurdles! I know what I thought of that then, and still feel the same way now! Think she must have been some sort of witch giving me a curse! I appreciate everything!
I arrived at fat club to a couple of queues, I decided to queue up at the first one and when it was my turn I told the lady behind the desk that I was new - I was directed to a table where another newbie was sitting having a look through her folder and the leader of the class had just started explaining how she was short of helpers tonight and didn't have the time to give us the new member talk, but if we could stay until the end she would get us registered and weighed and quickly go over the plan in about an hour and a half's time. AN HOUR AND A HALF?? Ok, I thought, it's not that bad. I don't have to rush home, hubby's with Isla, the older girls will be doing their own thing and it will give me the chance to see what the usual class is like. I've been busy since coffee this morning, I can have a seat for a whild.
The table we were sat at faced away from the rest of the hall, I turned my chair side on so I could see what was going on while also trying to speak to the other two newbies. We had a bit of a chat and laugh about why we were there. There was a long queue of ladies up one side of the hall, who then went to the other side to get weighed one by one and have a personal chat to the leader. In the middle of the hall, was a large circle of chairs, which made me instantly think of an alcoholics anonymous meeting, I started to fill with dread, please tell me we don't have to get all personal with each other about our problem eating?!
Once everyone had been weighed, the three of us newbies were invited to sit in the circle and join in the meeting with the members that stayed. About two thirds of the members just get weighed and leave. The leader had announced some winning losses and we clapped, part of me was uncomfortable, the other part of me was trying to convince myself to just accept it and enjoy. The group was having a tasting evening, quite a few members had cooked dishes and taken them in and they were enjoying the food. Us newbies were taken back to the table and quickly told about the eating plan. Then it was back into the circle for some games (mmmmmmm?) and the end of class.
We stayed and registered and then got weighed! Eventually, I got home. I tried to have a quick look through the plan, but I was also hungry so had the rest of my dinner and watched Tuesday nigths quality TV!So, I have my official start weight. I know how much weight I want to lose in total, I know how much I want to lose this year for the sake of sponsorship.
Just prior to Isla's diagnosis I had attended Weight Watchers for a few weeks so I know exactly how much I've put on during Isla's treatment - 2 stone 3.5lbs. I had put on a stone while pregnant and was already about 2 stone overweight. So the total I want to lose is 5 stone 2.5lbs. For the sake of my sponsorship I am setting a target of exactly 4 stone (56lbs) to lose by 29th November, think thats 42 weeks from yesterday?
So, first weigh in done, I've had my breakfast but still got one cup of coffee to drink. I still need to get my head around this eating plan. Luckily the garage is sorted and the freezer is almost empty. Today I will sort the stuff for car boot sale properly and get them back in the garage, ready to start packing up some kitchen stuff to store in the dining room.
Here's a fat photo - as with other people conscience of being tubby there are not many photos of me, but on Christmas day I wanted a photo with my girls. Here's me with my eldest Becky and youngest Isla.
Wish me luck!
Being a stay at home mum, I've become accustomed to taking a few leisurely cups of coffee in the morning, while browsing the internet before I begin the days tasks, I'd written down a list of jobs that needed doing and that I planned to tackle. Yesterday morning, while I was enjoying my coffee the doorbell went. Stood at the door was a tall gentleman with a high-visibility jacket on (some sort of workman I deduced before opening the door!). He informed me that they were fitting a new kitchen next week, he then went on to ramble a lot, while I had a mad panic going on inside my head, I picked out the word 'boorach', amongst other things but I really didn't take in what he was saying other than he would be dropping off boxes the next day for me to pack up the kitchen and that they would be setting up a site office down the road.
We live in a house courtesy of Defence Estates as my husband is in the RAF. A letter last year had stated a new kitchen would be getting fitted in March. March is a few weeks away! My first thought was; 'oh no, I still have stuff to sort out for car boot sale next Sunday', followed by; 'where am I supposed to put all the stuff', followed by; 'I have a toddler who will not be confined to a room and staying out of kitchen', followed by; 'I'm starting a diet tomorrow'! No easy option of I can't cook we'll just have to have take-away.
While all the panic was going around my head, I was still chuckling to myself at the workman's use of the word 'boorach'. I love that word and haven't heard it in a while. I was also wondering if he'd used that word to all the other people in the street. Being in RAF houses, most people are English and might not understand it. Although when you're told your kitchen will be a 'complete boorach' for about four days, I'm reckoning they can guess what it is. If not and you're reading this -
bourach
(boor·ach) Dialect, chiefly Scot ~n.
1. small hill or mound.
2. disorganized heap or mass (as in “Last went and it turned intae a right bourach“).
3. a crowd or group of people.
4. a small, humble house.
5. a muddle; mess; state of confusion (often in “That room o’ yours is a total bourach. Get in there an’ get it tidied!“).
Coffee finished, I decided to get started in organising things. First off, the freezer. We're lucky enough we have a spare fridge/freezer in the garage. So I decided we could just use the garage one and switch off the kitchen one - the freezer in the kitchen is desperately needing defrosted and I keep trying to empty it only for hubby to keep coming home from the supermarket and filling it up again! So yesterday I took three tubs out to defrost and use up, todays lunch and dinner sorted, also be making soup today with some lovely chicken stock. Most other things fitted in garage freezer and there's a few almost empty packets to be used up this week. One job done!
Next job was just to open the garage door and sigh - where to start? I decided that I would take all the boxes for the car boot sale into the dining room just now. Of course that meant sorting out the dining room table. It turns out there was a table under all the paper and computer parts and other miscellaneous items. (Uh oh, I just turned round and there's still some items on it?) Dining room mostly sorted I started taking the boxes into the dining room and gathering other bits and pieces from around the house for the car boot sale.
With that cleared out of the garage, I managed to get round to sorting it out and putting things away in the attic. What a job that was, I eventually finished at four, apart from a few boxes that I left for hubby to put away, (my back had had enough) just in time to pick the older girls up from the bus. Isla was enjoying herself yesterday playing on her bike and car in the garage, I'm afraid the weather has been too miserable lately to get outside in them, then she had lots of fun playing with toys she'd forgotten about that I had packed up for the car boot sale!
By the time I had collected girls and came home, I managed to make dinner and get washed and changed before heading to my first fat club class. I learned many years ago, that nothing ever runs smoothly for me. Someone in their wisdom told me years ago that I wouldn't appreciate things unlessI had to work for them and overcome hurdles! I know what I thought of that then, and still feel the same way now! Think she must have been some sort of witch giving me a curse! I appreciate everything!
I arrived at fat club to a couple of queues, I decided to queue up at the first one and when it was my turn I told the lady behind the desk that I was new - I was directed to a table where another newbie was sitting having a look through her folder and the leader of the class had just started explaining how she was short of helpers tonight and didn't have the time to give us the new member talk, but if we could stay until the end she would get us registered and weighed and quickly go over the plan in about an hour and a half's time. AN HOUR AND A HALF?? Ok, I thought, it's not that bad. I don't have to rush home, hubby's with Isla, the older girls will be doing their own thing and it will give me the chance to see what the usual class is like. I've been busy since coffee this morning, I can have a seat for a whild.
The table we were sat at faced away from the rest of the hall, I turned my chair side on so I could see what was going on while also trying to speak to the other two newbies. We had a bit of a chat and laugh about why we were there. There was a long queue of ladies up one side of the hall, who then went to the other side to get weighed one by one and have a personal chat to the leader. In the middle of the hall, was a large circle of chairs, which made me instantly think of an alcoholics anonymous meeting, I started to fill with dread, please tell me we don't have to get all personal with each other about our problem eating?!
Once everyone had been weighed, the three of us newbies were invited to sit in the circle and join in the meeting with the members that stayed. About two thirds of the members just get weighed and leave. The leader had announced some winning losses and we clapped, part of me was uncomfortable, the other part of me was trying to convince myself to just accept it and enjoy. The group was having a tasting evening, quite a few members had cooked dishes and taken them in and they were enjoying the food. Us newbies were taken back to the table and quickly told about the eating plan. Then it was back into the circle for some games (mmmmmmm?) and the end of class.
We stayed and registered and then got weighed! Eventually, I got home. I tried to have a quick look through the plan, but I was also hungry so had the rest of my dinner and watched Tuesday nigths quality TV!So, I have my official start weight. I know how much weight I want to lose in total, I know how much I want to lose this year for the sake of sponsorship.
Just prior to Isla's diagnosis I had attended Weight Watchers for a few weeks so I know exactly how much I've put on during Isla's treatment - 2 stone 3.5lbs. I had put on a stone while pregnant and was already about 2 stone overweight. So the total I want to lose is 5 stone 2.5lbs. For the sake of my sponsorship I am setting a target of exactly 4 stone (56lbs) to lose by 29th November, think thats 42 weeks from yesterday?
So, first weigh in done, I've had my breakfast but still got one cup of coffee to drink. I still need to get my head around this eating plan. Luckily the garage is sorted and the freezer is almost empty. Today I will sort the stuff for car boot sale properly and get them back in the garage, ready to start packing up some kitchen stuff to store in the dining room.
Here's a fat photo - as with other people conscience of being tubby there are not many photos of me, but on Christmas day I wanted a photo with my girls. Here's me with my eldest Becky and youngest Isla.
Monday, 7 February 2011
Introduction!
This is my new blog. Some people may know I did a blog last year telling the story of my daughter's battle with Neuroblastoma and how we fundraised to go on a special holiday. That blog is no longer available. Telling Isla or my story is something I'm leaving for now, but plan to re visit some day.
However, the reason for this blog is to share my weight loss journey, and hopefully fundraise for my daughter Isla at the same time. I'm hoping people will sponsor me as a way of supporting me, and keep me motivated.
For the people that are unaware, my daughter was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma, a form of childhood cancer at 5 months old. She has just completed treatment after 22 months. We've just had scans and a urine test taken to see if she's in remission. We know that the MRI is clear, but waiting to hear from the MIBG and urine test, which can sometimes take up to a month?! Isla had stage four Neuroblastoma, intermediate risk. Hopefully she never gets it back but I have no crystal ball. Neuroblastoma has a very high rate of relapse, and we're fundraising for more treatment not currently available in this country if she relapses. If Isla reaches 5 years in remission, then the money will go into research or to help other children with Neuroblastoma.
A month prior to Isla's diagnosis I had just began a diet to lose the baby weight, I was breastfeeding so didn't want to do it sooner. I was doing well on the diet, but the way I found to cope with Isla's illness was to comfort eat or have some wine or vodka when at home, never drunk just enough to help relax.
I'm not ashamed of this, it really helped me mentally. For me, staying strong and sane was a definate priority. I am a lover of food, love cooking, baking, eating and trying new food and dishes. I love cookery programmes. This last couple weeks in the run up to going back into hospital and while in hospital, I've enjoyed treating myself with a take away or chocolate and I find it helps me. I wanted to get to this point before I started the diet, hopefully a fresh start without hospitals and treatment.
Tomorrow evening, I will be joining a 'fat club', so that I can stick to their plan and have a weekly weigh in. I'm hoping the discipline of a weekly step on the scales will keep me motivated. I know what the scales in my house say, but have no idea if they are correct or not, but I have about five stone to lose.
For the sake of my weight loss challenge I will be asking for sponsorship to lose about four stone by 29th November, so just over nine months. For some people this may seem like a long time, but I have polycystic ovary syndrome and find the weight is not easy to shift.
I hope to do this blog at least weekly, maybe detailing what I've had to eat, exercise, what the difficulties and successes are. I know that I use food and drink as my crux, and hope I can change this to exercise instead.
I've done a few diets over the years, and my weight does go up and down, but this is usually dependant on what's going on with life. Today, I'm at the heaviest I've ever been. I once came close to this weight for a period of about one month when I completed my degree. Sitting every night studying for exams, chocolate got me through!
So just now I'm going to soon enjoy finishing my bar of Dairy Milk, and I will report back once I've had my first class at 'fat club'.
However, the reason for this blog is to share my weight loss journey, and hopefully fundraise for my daughter Isla at the same time. I'm hoping people will sponsor me as a way of supporting me, and keep me motivated.
For the people that are unaware, my daughter was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma, a form of childhood cancer at 5 months old. She has just completed treatment after 22 months. We've just had scans and a urine test taken to see if she's in remission. We know that the MRI is clear, but waiting to hear from the MIBG and urine test, which can sometimes take up to a month?! Isla had stage four Neuroblastoma, intermediate risk. Hopefully she never gets it back but I have no crystal ball. Neuroblastoma has a very high rate of relapse, and we're fundraising for more treatment not currently available in this country if she relapses. If Isla reaches 5 years in remission, then the money will go into research or to help other children with Neuroblastoma.
A month prior to Isla's diagnosis I had just began a diet to lose the baby weight, I was breastfeeding so didn't want to do it sooner. I was doing well on the diet, but the way I found to cope with Isla's illness was to comfort eat or have some wine or vodka when at home, never drunk just enough to help relax.
I'm not ashamed of this, it really helped me mentally. For me, staying strong and sane was a definate priority. I am a lover of food, love cooking, baking, eating and trying new food and dishes. I love cookery programmes. This last couple weeks in the run up to going back into hospital and while in hospital, I've enjoyed treating myself with a take away or chocolate and I find it helps me. I wanted to get to this point before I started the diet, hopefully a fresh start without hospitals and treatment.
Tomorrow evening, I will be joining a 'fat club', so that I can stick to their plan and have a weekly weigh in. I'm hoping the discipline of a weekly step on the scales will keep me motivated. I know what the scales in my house say, but have no idea if they are correct or not, but I have about five stone to lose.
For the sake of my weight loss challenge I will be asking for sponsorship to lose about four stone by 29th November, so just over nine months. For some people this may seem like a long time, but I have polycystic ovary syndrome and find the weight is not easy to shift.
I hope to do this blog at least weekly, maybe detailing what I've had to eat, exercise, what the difficulties and successes are. I know that I use food and drink as my crux, and hope I can change this to exercise instead.
I've done a few diets over the years, and my weight does go up and down, but this is usually dependant on what's going on with life. Today, I'm at the heaviest I've ever been. I once came close to this weight for a period of about one month when I completed my degree. Sitting every night studying for exams, chocolate got me through!
So just now I'm going to soon enjoy finishing my bar of Dairy Milk, and I will report back once I've had my first class at 'fat club'.
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