I started this blogging malarky in May, around the same time I started telling anyone and everyone that would listen that this time would definitely be the time that I stuck to a diet and lost the 6 excess stone I've been humping around with me since I was old enough to choose my own meals...
It really isn't going to shock anyone (least of all myself really) that I have failed in my mission. I'm a big fat failure.
Or am I?
According to Fiona, my new Weight Watchers leader, I am in fact a winner. Whether this is because I spent £17.95 on my first Monthly Pass yesterday; cause I agreed a goal weight of whatever the lady who weighed me said I should be; or cause I've bought a little red plastic wallet to hold all my booklets in - I'm not sure.
But quite frankly how anyone who weighs 15 stone and 13.5 lbs at lunchtime then goes home to a 17 point Toad in the Hole dinner can be a winner is beyond me.
2 comments:
Ah, but points on weigh in day don't count! Good luck for this week!
You aren't a failure - failure is when you stop trying you clearly haven't reached that yet! Remember, Rome wasn't built in a day.. baby steps! xxx
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