No more chocolate :(

OMG, I am still fat! Not just fat but like, really fat. It isn’t a pretty sight anymore. Not sure it ever was but I could kinda deal with it before but man, I must have put on a shit load of weight in my sleep last night.

OK, so I have been drinking a little heavy (I have just moved house and the drinkies have settled me at the end of a long day) and I have been buying take away lunches most days (because I have just moved house and haven’t been that organised to take my lunches every day), and exersize is a thing of the past (because I have just moved house and have to drive 20 minutes to the bus stop and then catch a bus for 45 minutes to work and it drops me right out the front of work).  As you can see, this has all been out of my control, sorta.

Anyway, I had my photo taken with a friend that I built out of a balloon and tinsel today and I almost thought the lady taking the photo had edited the photo to stretch it. Surely I don’t take up that much of the photo? The balloon head looked like a pin head next to my fat face. Is my 2^nd chin really that large? It is kinda looking like a frog thing when it blows its face up. Not a pretty site.

So as I sit here with my belly full of a rich potato and beef casserole and sipping on a lovely apple cider, I think about what needs to be done. Things like, no more rich potato and beef casserole, no more delicious and relaxing apple ciders, gone are the chocolate treats from my desk buddy ‘C’ and look forward to the icy 5am mornings walking the dog in the dark and the huff and puff of the dreaded cross trainer at night.

Who can be bothered with this kind of lifestyle? I know of people who do this kinda stuff because they love it. I know right? There are actually people out there who look forward to that early morning rise for their run or trip to the gym and who love eating food with no calories or lovely sugars or creamy sundaes and lamb roasts with all the trimmings and lasagne dripping in cheese… oh, oops, lost track of what I was talking about LOL.

As of Monday, the 30^th of April, 2012, I will again embark on this insane journey of health. My fatness is now again uncomfortable and am running out of sheets to makes t-shirts out of. I need to trim down.

Oh, I forgot to mention the bus trip home. This was another wake up call that I am too fat… I got on the bus which was quite full and stupid me picked a seat next to another fatty! FFS, two fattys DO NOT fit on a standard bus seat. Half my ass was hanging over the edge of the seat and I could actually feel the wobble with each bump we went over. It was not comfortable. I wasn’t embarrassed but I wanted some extra support for the hanging bits.

Get ready for the grumpiness of the early days of the blog, when I first started the healthy way of living. Yes, dieting is a dirty word and no one is aloud to say it because if it is called a diet you will fail but if you call it a new way of life you will succeed (or something like that, all sounds like no fun stuff to me).

Xx 

The Little Loo

A few friends had been complaining lately that I haven’t blogged in a while. I asked them what I can blog about because nothing has happened and I am still fat. Well, thanks to my friends, something did happen and I shall blog about it right now!

Ok, so like I said, I am still fat. My excuse this time is because I have moved house. That’s right people, I have finally moved in with my boyfriend and it is a gazillion miles away from work. So, while packing and moving and cleaning old house and setting up new house, who had time to diet? I had to eat on the run and that meant quick and easy things like Strongbows for drinking and chocolate for snacking and I have managed to maintain my curvaceous figure quite well.

Now that I have been at the new house for a week and a half my new reason for not dieting yet is due to the excessive travel. I travel for a minimum 2 hours and 20 minutes a day to and from work which gives me very little time to organise lovely salads and healthy snacks and low calorie dinners. Whilst I am the luckiest woman in the world coming home to dinner cooked for me every night by Boyfriend, I can’t be dictating to him what to cook me now can I? That may make me out to be very ungrateful. So when I am served lovely lamb chops with mashed potato, who am I to complain? I didn’t cook it.

Anyway, let me get to the point of my conversation ok?

Last night I went to book club at it was held at a city pub which was great because they had cider! So we talked about our book and I had ciders and had a really good time. I didn’t eat any naughty stuff because none of it was gluten free so I was feeling quite good about myself until………….

Just as we were all about to leave, I had to go to the toilet due to my very long drive ahead of me. I went into the bathroom, opened the toilet door and ‘tried’ to walk in. I could not believe it but, I couldn’t get in! I had to open the door really wide and squeeze myself between the door and the toilet roll holder! Now, I know I am not a lean person but I am also not the Nutty Professor. How can the toilet be so small? Surely someone has complained. But how does one complain about not being able to fit in the toilet?

Once I had done my business, I waited until the person next to me had left because I knew it was going to be a struggle getting out and yep, almost broke the toilet holder AND the door. The darn door squeaked and groaned almost as much as me trying to get out of the loo!

Maybe this weekend I’ll try to organise myself enough to stop buying yummy lunches each day and indulging in my after work strongbows and go back to the healthy living and continue on my journey to waking up skinny.

I can’t start today because my desk buddy ‘C’ bought me a chocolate bar and it would be very ungrateful of me not to eat it!

That is all