As my weight decreased 2 years ago I was really pleased to fit into smaller uniforms. But even at my best, it was hard to fit my massive head into my scrub top. But this is just pitiful, the kind of photo you put on your fridge to stop you eating...
Denise is joining me on this year's diet. We are going to motivate each other. We sat down yesterday and went through recipe books to make plans for calorie controlled meals. We took photos because you know how much I like to do a morphing picture as weight comes off (and I insisted we do these outside so we would see the changing seasons)
I suggested to Denise that we could motivate each other by being massively disapproving of each other's choice of food, size of tummy, level of fitness. We have tried other motivational methods in the past which haven't worked. I said to get, "Just look at my fat belly every so often and tut."
Denise did not feel this would be helpful. I've already played the sponsorship card so I don't think I can use that again (especially as one person has already asked for their money back - I declined). So we will have to come up with a plan.
A year or so ago I finished my sponsored weight loss. It went amazingly well. Do you remember? I lost 6 and a half stone and, at my lowest weight, I was 13 stone and 13 pounds. Wowzer!
And then I embarked on the rest of my life. Would I keep the weight off? Would I maintain the lifestyle changes?
Well, not wanting to keep you in suspense for too long, let me tell you that, as of this morning, I weigh 17 stone and 7 pounds. I know. I'm ashamed. Also I'm pretty embarrassed because most of this weight gain has been in the last 4 months.
You'll know that we moved house, yes? Well, in the month or so before moving we had a lot of stress and I spent 2 or 3 weeks camping in a field in Staffordshire so that I could start my job in Stoke before we moved. And then, after we moved up here, about a month ago I was bitten on my wrist by a cat- I was in hospital for a week on intravenous antibiotics, and then I've been signed off work for the weeks since. And I have ballooned! The cake to mouth reflex in my wrist has not been diminished in any way at all, but the moving around and eating less reflex has been significantly reduced. To the extent that when I go back to work I'm genuinely not sure I will fit into my uniforms. Return to work is likely to be this weekend or the following week, so I've got to shed some pounds. Absolutely got to.
Now while I've been putting on the weight I've tried, intermittently, to restart my diet. Started entering food into MyFitnessPal. But I barely make it through a full day. I've been snacking on cheese, sneakily eating chocolate bars, doing all the things that were bad. And I haven't written a blog entry in ages. I really need to publicly start shaming myself again. That's what I need.
So, here we go, starting again from day 365, a year of blogging to get myself overweight again (because that's all I ever really achieved, going from being morbidly obese to obese to overweight) And that's the sort of negativity I shall start crushing right now!
Hi, I'm Andy, serial weight gainer. My year of dieting is over! But you can still give money to Shelter or the PDSA!