like most fat women, my weight is a massively emotional issue. It just seems so fucking unfair that I eat when I'm hungry, exercise like a normal person, and yet am fat. With the odd exception (looking at you MIL) most slim women are not hungry all the time in order to stay slim. But I have to be hungry if I want to be slim.
So years ago I thought sod it, I'm going to be a happy fat woman. I will drink wine, and dance, and eat cheese, and enjoy myself.
And I'm not really sure what has prompted this latest decision to try and shrink down. I guess it's just so much more preferable to be slim, whatever I usually tell myself. So I've been under 1000 calories every day this week. I make great food choices. I eat a mostly vegan diet, though I am not vegan and have the odd egg, or milk in my tea. I eat fucking kale and spinach, and lemon water for breakfast. I played tennis twice this week. I went for long walks. I saw my personal trainer twice. I work as a teacher, and have three small children. I never sit down.
Just weighed in. I've not lost so much as a miligram this week. Exactly the same. First week of dieting is supposed to be a big loss, right? Fuckit.