Monday 16 June:
There’s no denying it. I’ve gained weight.
And not even slowly.
I think the fat is multiplying exponentially.
I got on the scales last night and it was truly horrific. I am significantly heavier than I have ever been.
I am 2 stone heavier than when I was 8 months pregnant with our 4th baby…
I used to be active. I used to swim and run. I am not quite sure what happened except I got pleurisy about 18 months ago and I had to stop and I never really found my exercising mojo.
I hate it.
I hate what I see when I look in the mirror. I hate how my clothes look. I hate the way everything moves like it has a life of its own. My husband and my children deserve more than this.
So today I had a lovely walk after I did the morning school run, came home, did some admin and laundry then did the lunch time school run.
For lunch I had a delicious salad – with no dressing – and tonight I had pasta with lots of veggies.
And I’ve been for a run. Just one mile. But it’s a start.
I cannot allow my weight to increase.
I need to do this.
Please feel free to comment, to cheer – or jeer, to tell me your stories. Hopefully we can do this together x