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.
