The Weight Is Over
Ok, so after all this time, I'm back. And unfortunately something else is back too: 9 kilos in fact.
I got the shock of my life last night when I went on the scales and saw the number. 79.7kg. Far out. It's gone too far. I am officially the heaviest I've ever been. Thankfully this morning I've weighed myself again and I'm back at 79kgs, but it's still not good enough. It's time for action. Again.
It's strange experience dating someone who is naturally thin, who actually has to focus on weight gain so as to not look like a crack addict. And I think I've been going on that band wagon too - a few extra m&ms, never saying no to seconds, too much wine. But I have been feeling gross lately, and have been aware that it's almost time to do something about it. None of my clothes fit the way they used to. I went out last night and bought some stretchy jeans from KMart just so I could sit down with out exploding out my pants.
So, here, in public, where only my Mum & Sis (hi guys) will read it, I'm committing to getting rid of the weight, and getting fit & healthy by my 30th. That means I have 19 weeks to lose 10 kilos. Which is on average, 530g per week lost. I can do that. I have to.
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