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!