Two things happened last night.
I got the most awesome pair of shoes I have ever owned. They are the cutest things ever. I am in luuuurve
But before that, I went to the doctors, where they weighed me. On one of those proper slidy scaly weighers. I was absolutely horrified.
11 and a half stone.
That's 161 pounds for those americans out there. I didn't know whther to laugh or cry. I don't think I've ever weighed that much. When I had calmed down a bit and started thinking rationally, I realised it actually read 11 stone 5, and I had all my clothes on. It also made me realise that my bathroom scales are, in fact, totally accurate. Which is a good thing I guess. I had been hoping they were out, turns out my mum's scales that tell me I'm less are the ones that are out.
So two things have been decided today.
One. The new shoes will have to be worn in ASAP so I can wear them EVERY DAY.
Two. Proper diet must begin. None of this, avoiding meals, but eating biscuits at work. No eating just because it's food time. Waiting until I am actually hungry and having a sensible meal. No snacking. Less bread. NO JUNK, AT ALL. More exercise. I am determined to get down to at least the 10.5 stone I was last summer, so I can wear my capri pants again. (with my shoes
)
Realistic goals, not 10 pounds in 2 weeks. Really overhauling my diet for good. My skin is clearing up, it can only get better. I will start going running (...when it's a bit warmer!).
I have various pairs of jeans and trousers that are a bit tight, and I will be using these to judge my progress, and not relying on the scales. Please wish me luck and offer me bribes to get me through this. (ie, "when you've done it, I'll find you the best picture of the Hoff ever", or get me a pint of tap water at the Ship or something!)
I have a good prize waiting from Jamie when I do it.
And I will do it!
I got the most awesome pair of shoes I have ever owned. They are the cutest things ever. I am in luuuurve
But before that, I went to the doctors, where they weighed me. On one of those proper slidy scaly weighers. I was absolutely horrified.
11 and a half stone.
That's 161 pounds for those americans out there. I didn't know whther to laugh or cry. I don't think I've ever weighed that much. When I had calmed down a bit and started thinking rationally, I realised it actually read 11 stone 5, and I had all my clothes on. It also made me realise that my bathroom scales are, in fact, totally accurate. Which is a good thing I guess. I had been hoping they were out, turns out my mum's scales that tell me I'm less are the ones that are out.
So two things have been decided today.
One. The new shoes will have to be worn in ASAP so I can wear them EVERY DAY.
Two. Proper diet must begin. None of this, avoiding meals, but eating biscuits at work. No eating just because it's food time. Waiting until I am actually hungry and having a sensible meal. No snacking. Less bread. NO JUNK, AT ALL. More exercise. I am determined to get down to at least the 10.5 stone I was last summer, so I can wear my capri pants again. (with my shoes
)
Realistic goals, not 10 pounds in 2 weeks. Really overhauling my diet for good. My skin is clearing up, it can only get better. I will start going running (...when it's a bit warmer!
).
I have various pairs of jeans and trousers that are a bit tight, and I will be using these to judge my progress, and not relying on the scales. Please wish me luck and offer me bribes to get me through this. (ie, "when you've done it, I'll find you the best picture of the Hoff ever", or get me a pint of tap water at the Ship or something!
)
I have a good prize waiting from Jamie when I do it.
And I will do it!
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but i think youre beautiful however heavy/light you are, but if u feel like you want to lose a bit, go for it, just be careful