Okay, I am hyping myself up here. I have decided this is the last day I am an obese mess. I have decided this is the last day I don't do anything about my weight or health.
I'm 5'6 and pre-getting knocked up I was 10.5 stone. Full term preggers I was 14 stone. Post-pushing a child out my cracker, I went down to just under 11 stone.
DS is now 3. I am now 14 stone AGAIN. Nothing fits. I have a gut. An actual gut. My thighs chafe. I get congratulated on my pregnancy when I'm not even pregnant. I tried on lingerie the other day & nearly needed lube & a shoe horn just the get the bloody thing back off.
Im one of those women that should never wear leggings but wears leggings because am I fuck going to try and zip anything up.
I drink cans of Coke constantly. I live next door to a fucking takeaway FGS & the woman who works there worries when she's not seen me for a day or two. She probably knows me better than most of my friends.
It's beyond a joke.
So I'm either having a midlife crisis or an epiphany because I've just bought a treadmill, signed up for a 5k in July, thrown out all the crap food in my house, bought a load of healthy foods & poured the beer away sob I've thrown out my cigs. I've blocked the JustEat website from my phone so I'm not tempted to order from next door on my card & I've deleted the dominoes app.
I can do this. I CAN do this. I've never had much self control in life (trust me) but I have done it before through running, caning the gym & sticking to a strict diet so I can do this.