Aw hey girl!
It’s been a while hasn’t it? I can tell you for why. I moved house in July and as of this weekend, I have only just been reunited with internet. Three whole god damn months my man!
I’ve never been so well read. In the space of three months I read all seven Harry Potter books, all three Bridget Jones books and Toast by Nigel Slater. That’s 11 books mate!
But anyway, enough of that eh? You’re here to read about me being fat. So here we go!
Around this time last year I started Weight Watchers for the second time in my life and it worked. I lost around 25 pounds and I was slim. I was in my healthy weight range for my height and I was slinking about in size 8 and 10 clothes. Then I got to one weight and for love nor money, the weight would not shift. I became restless and started to eat all the ‘bad stuff again.’ I got pissed off that nothing was going in the right direction so I gave up.
Fast forward a few months and tragic attempts at clawing back my figure through protein shakes and calorie counting and here we are, back at the start.
Yes I’ve managed to keep around 4 pounds of the initial weight loss off but what the hell does that matter eh? I got fat again!