New start, day two

So, this is me. Happy enough with a cocktail in front of me but secretly dying inside because of my weight. Here - in Greece last summer for my sister's wedding - I weighed 26 stone 9lb, nine pounds less than my heaviest weight of 27 stone 4lb. Greece was lovely but hard work being so fat. Walking up the hill and steps from the beach (in Lindos, Rhodes) was tricky, even at 6pm when the heat had abated a bit. My thighs rubbed together and I sweated like the proverbial oinker. I'd started to lose weight and lost a bit more on my return but then some went back on.

Which is where I am today. A new start. Well, day two of a new start. I forgot to blog yesterday as I was so busy entering things in my food diary on Weight Loss Resources where I'll be tracking my calories and progress until, ideally, I get down to a decent weight. I've put myself down as very sedentary since I sit on my arse most of the day and am allowed 1608 calories a day plus any I earn from exercise ( a good incentive if ever there was one). I'm going to put my curret weight in the statistics, not my heaviest, as this is my new start point. The beginning of the end of being fat. Or so I hope.

LTL Mk2 - kinda like a Cortina

Now this is unexpected. A blog from Ye Olde Fatgirl, who disappeared into the ether two years ago and hasn't been heard from since. Until now. I'm back and this time I'm going to do it. Honest. Well, that's my plan. I've put on a lot of weight in my hiatus, during which my depression reared its hideously ugly head again and knocked me for six (six bloody hundred, more like!) so I'm going to do a whole new set of statistics when I start this for good on Monday morning.

But this is just to check in and say hello. To myself. Hey, I'm the only person who's going to do this so I may as well cheer myself on. Give me an L - A - R - D - Go Lard!!