Well friends and fellow FAT fighters, I did it.
Yes, last night I got to target. In 30 weeks I lost 36.5 pounds which got me to where I wanted to be. Actually being able to look at the woman in the mirror (when I find out who she is I'll tell ya!)
The journey has been eventful. It started on a cold day in March when I was queuing with the fellow sick and lame outside my local GP's surgery. They are a sadistic bunch, so they don't open the door until the clock is at 8.35, by which time several people have keeled over and died (well, it makes the queue shorter).
There was a big sign on the surgery door (and I like to read). It said. "If you lose one pound a week for a year, you will be four stone lighter"
Blimey I thought. Well, I could do with losing a couple of stones, so it kind of stuck in my head and gave me something to think about, apart from my coughing limping (and dying) companions.
So I finally get in the see the Doc. Usual conversation. "How are you", (me) "well not very well else I wouldn't be here" So we get down to the nitty gritty, I get on the couch, he puts on the rubber glove. Then we discover that all it is, is a septic throat.
So he prescribes 3 weeks in the Bahama's but I don't have Bupa so we settle for some penicillin. "So he says, in his best bedside manner (it needs improving, if he would look up from the newspaper it would help) Is there anything else I can help you with?
Yeah, I say, have you got any slimming pills. "they don't work, say's he, never taking his eyes off page 3 (ok it was the financial times, but whatever?) Well, I said, I don't know how to lose weight. I've tried, but it doesn't work. Ummm. He say's, well It's not rocket science. You have to eat less, and move more. OK. I said, I walk everywhere. Well he said. Walk a bit further.
So I did. I walked out of his surgery and got meself a Greggs steak slice, (it helped with the septic throat).
Then I thought. Ha, I'll show HIM. So I joined fat fighters, walked at least 2 miles everyday for six months and ate only what was recommended.
AND you know what?? It worked......... Dammit.
I haven't been back, can't bear the smug look on his face. OR the rubber glove come to think of it.
And now the worst thing is. I have to try and maintain it......... bleuuuuuuuuugh.
It's alright getting it off. Keeping it off might be an entirely different ball game. Ball games are ok, but not in winter????
I'll keep you posted. Bet you can't wait...............
