Ok folks, after a false start, we're off!
Like most women I have been battling my weight for years. I put on a bit here, I lose a bit there, I put on alot, I don't lose so much. I'd like to say that I could still do a Pirelli Calendar. Well actually I probably could, but only to advertise their spare tyres. I have two large love handles, (for that read fat hips), that I have named. Yes Starsky & Hutch like their namesakes have been around since the 70's and keep popping up when I least want to see them.
So this time around I decided enough was enough and back in March I joined a slimming club. I clearly can't do this thing on my own and need to be policed on a weekly basis. So I went along to the class and I stepped on the scales, I checked behind me to see who else had got on with me, cause I couldn't believe I was actually THAT fat. I was.
So armed with all the books and advice and assorted paraphenalia I headed off home to begin my regime. Now, when you are depriving yourself (as you see it). Not eating chocolate, or cake, or bicuits and measuring your Vodka in a shot glass so as not to go over, well you imagine you deserve instant results. Size 10 by teatime that was what I wanted.
The next week I went back and stood on the scales hoping for gasps of amazement, fireworks, and large bouquets of assorted flora and fauna. I was sorely disappointed. 2lbs the consultant said. Well done. WHAT?
I was expecting at least 10 for that amount of deprivation. I mean 2lbs, it's no more than a good poo is it? So feeling despondent and in need of at least a large bar of chocolate, off I went with my tail between my legs and my love handles firmly intact.
The next week I lost 3lbs, and since then I have lost 25lbs although sadly not in a week. Now this is a GOOD thing, and although I don't yet look hot, (well I do in the morning but that's usually the steam from the dishwasher). I do look a whole heap better than I did. I have at least another 20lbs to go to be able to look myself in the eye and say "Damn Girl you're looking Good".
Four months into the diet things have started to dip a bit, you know what I mean, I've dipped into the biscuits, the chocolate, and the sour cream and chive kind of dipping. So I decided I needed a little more encouragement and that is where you come in dear reader.
Cheer me on, cheer me up. Tell me what I want to hear and when the occasion calls, tell me to step away from the biscuit barrel.
Starsky and Hutch are smaller and more shrivelled than they once were (have you seen David Soul lately?) but they are still there, and as much as we have been through, enough is enough.
So help me out here folks. I might not yet make size 10 by teatime, but there's a chance I could get close around November?
Have a good day y'all.
