I have joked that my partner, who has managed to lose 3 stone in 2 years without particularly trying, must have been injecting his lard into me while I sleep. He wasn't impressed with this. And tbh, he is blameless.
I've steadily been at the roughly the same weight for a few years, but it's overweight. My trousers don't fit. My shirts fit at the chest, but not at the waist and hips. I've pushed the pretty summer blouses to the back of the cupboard because their puffy sleeves cut into my flabby arms.
It's time to do something.
But I'm addicted ... double-choc chip cookies with a mug of coffee, watching 'Pointless' straight after work with crisps 'n' dip, nibbling at the biscuits and cakes that people bring into work. Fruit just doesn't interest me, not even as a juice anymore.
Exercise hurts more than it used to. You'll never find me running anywhere - and never will. It's just not my thing. I'd rather walk fast to get somewhere, even if it does make my hip-bursitis flare up.
I don't think that the BMI chart's target of losing 5 stone is reasonable. But if I can lose at least one, over the next 12 months, I'll be a happier bunny.