I'm new here... I used to go to Weight Watchers when I got to a stone overweight and was teetering above my slim-line goal when my friend, the leader left, so I left too. Mind, I was doing all right, managing my weight, pootling along. Then POW! My dad had a work accident earlier this year, bad injuries, lots of hospital time, and I seemed to find comfort in chocolate and cider for some reason as I coped with all the stress. Fast forward to end September, and I am horrified to say, I plug in my stats onto the NHS website in the BMI calculator and it comes back red. Not fuzzy orange. RED. Obese!? How can this be?! I was nearly at goal before!
I needed Jessie Pavelka or Chris Powell to come and help me save my life, but, sadly, I only had my hubbie, who is on this journey with me and trying the Change 4 Life recipes, though we're already getting quite fed up with them as they're hardly Jamie Oliver classics... easy, though, and fairly inexpensive.
I thought I'd reach out to some friends on Facebook, all fellas, who are also trying to lose weight, but it seems they've found some psycho guru who is putting them on a diet regime so strict, it makes Beyoncé's maple syrup nonsense look sensible. Apparently they are only allowed 3 meals a day that can fit into their palms. My hands remain tiny, so no way could I cope with that! I have bid them good luck and turned to the 12 week plan and you, oh NHS weight loss forum people.
I am poised to start week 3 after a disastrous splurge-tastic weekend that I have been sensible about and just put behind me, and know I am back where I was already. Official weigh in tomorrow... will I have moved on from the 2.5lb and 2 inch loss so far? It's a weight-and-see-scenario!
Anyway hello... I am Wishus, 43, no kids alas, 2 cats, 3 adorable nephews; a very busy lady who loves books and wine. And sleep. And running, when my knees aren't twinging.