There I was, 8.30 this evening and feeling like a giant wonton. I had just eaten five of them with a generous serving of fried rice and sweet and sour pork and in the back of my mind I heard the dreaded "you have a weigh in tomorrow!!" yet the part of my brain that calls the greasy, fat seemed to be screaming louder "go girl". Yeah right go girl straight to fat camp, don't pass KFC and collect the 40 piece pack!! So I knew that I needed to get real and part of getting real is sharing with any unfortuate poor soul who happens to stumble onto my blog, my journey to skinnydoom, to be able to shop in the skinny bitches shops (SBS), to be free from the call of the donut, the allure of the smell of freshly cooked bread (okay now I'm hungry!). I think by sharing I will admit things I have been to scared to admit and maybe become more accountable for why I have been overweight for most of my adult life. My motto has been 'if noone sees you eat it the calories don't count', but having this blog means that I feel like big brother is looking out for me and I had better not be caught with mock cream and icing sugar around my mouth.
I have been on Weight watchers for six weeks now. Huh! Who am I kidding?! I should rephrase that I have been going to weight watchers meetings and paying my $15.90 for six weeks now and yes I have lost a bit ofweight - 1.6kgs and I guess it isn't so bad considering that I am breastfeeding and get to eat 32 points per day - yes he will be breastfeeding until he is 15! But realistically the weight I have lost has been nothing to do with hard work, I only manage to follow program for three days out of seven and try to gt away with the least amount of exercise possible. So now I want to be healthy (and look good naked of course!). I have had enough of the zepplin in a condom look and avoiding at all costs the dreaded dressing rooms at clothing stores aka torture chambers. So here's to being honest, being real and looking sexy in a pair of size 12 levi's.
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