After what seems like the most tedious eternity of trying to get there, I finally hit 16 stone at my weigh in yesterday. At last! It seems like every week I have been skulking around it, but now we've kicked the door down, marched right on in, sat on the sofa, plonked my feet on the coffee table and lit a cigar. In the corner the fat lady is warming up.
So that is now two stone I have lost since I started this larduous journey from morbid obesity back to normality.
I really did everything I could yesterday to make sure those scales said what I wanted, even down to a quick trot around the Downs first thing. Then I starved myself in the hours up to the weigh in. I even wondered if brushing my teeth a second time before leaving the house would help as the weight of any plaque build up might ruin the moment.
After choosing the lightest pair of trousers and shirt I could find, without a belt, a watch or any spare change I headed down there.
In truth it has taken longer than I had hoped to get to this point. It is eight months until the London Marathon and I still have another six stone to lose. I basically need to shed one a month, which is three and a half pounds a week.
Bloody hell, I better stop eating now.
The really frightening thing is that I dug out some old membership cards from when I was at Weight Watchers a few years ago and it turns out I started going the first time when I was about 16 stone. I thought my weight was out of control then, I must have done otherwise I wouldn't have gone to Weight Watchers at all. Now I'm really pleased to have reached the same point, coming down from more than 18 stone. I think it really brought home to me just how much weight I had allowed to pile on and how close to breaking the furniture I must have been every time I sat down on the sofa.
I blame nobody but myself, and my crappy metabolism, and my craving for food and lack of will power and general desire to eat lots of really nice things and do no exercise for years because it sucks.
It's nice to be able to fit into my shirts again though, even if you could lash them to the mast of the Matthew and sail the Atlantic with them.
1 comment:
good work mate! keep going x
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