Hi there,
Well I've been and I'm signed up for a year and to be honest what's included is pretty good for the price, I haven't gone for the 2 times a week for 9 months with the Personal Trainer as good God I could have bought a new car for the price.
So I get 6 1-hour sessions with a trainer instead, and then use of everything at any centre across the country along with the classes too, which don't sound so much like fitness but torture.
I sound excited don't I, err nah. I'm waiting on a call back from the 'fitness manager' on when I get my first session, so its a bit of an anti-climax - and I didn't need to turn up in my gym gear. Today was about getting you to sign the contract.
I guess there wasn't anything to be worried about and it was all pretty boring, however everyone there seemed really nice and although there were a few very sickeningly fit people there I didn't feel like too much of a fatty as there were some people a lot worse off than me.
So whats happens next, well hopefully I get a call back soon, and then I can get on with my first session, because now all I want to do is start getting my monies worth out the place.
Pretty much a so-so day and not much amusing or exciting happened - mores the pity as that is most definitely the exception to my otherwise incident filled life
Love Fatty
Monday, August 30, 2010
Fatty's pre GYM nerves
Hi there,
Just a short note to let you know I am dressed and ready to go to the GYM in five minutes.
Not only do I look ridiculous, I'm nervous as hell and I'm not sure why. Obviously because I'm nervous and have just had a shower my face has decided to do its usual trick of sweating profusely. So now I look like a hot sweaty flabby heart-attack waiting to happen.
Will let you know how I get on
love Fatty
Just a short note to let you know I am dressed and ready to go to the GYM in five minutes.
Not only do I look ridiculous, I'm nervous as hell and I'm not sure why. Obviously because I'm nervous and have just had a shower my face has decided to do its usual trick of sweating profusely. So now I look like a hot sweaty flabby heart-attack waiting to happen.
Will let you know how I get on
love Fatty
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Fatty's 'shopping trip' !
Hi there
Well I have returned from what can only be described as shopping trip from hell, Well OK that's a slight exaggeration it wasn't really that bad, what I mean is there wasn't teenagers chortling at my plight to find what can only be described as the most hideous pair of footwear known to man, and clothing that is in the category of 'functional', now anyone who knows me knows that functional clothes are not what I consider a successful shopping trip, however I am now ready for tomorrow's pain that is the GYM.
So there I am kitted out in 'functional' clothing and hideous footwear - which incidentally make my feet look 3 sizes bigger than they actually are and are so white I think they could be seen from space. I'm hoping that my unfathomable way of scuffing my shoes works on these, and soon, however I am of the opinion that they will repel all attempts at making them look 'not new' and I will be forever known as 'fatty white shoes' by other GYM members.
Anyway what have I been up to since my last blog, well I did as I promised I indulged in a calorie-filled, cheesy, salty take-out extravaganza. Oh and not forgetting the wine. How was it ? Horrible. It was a weekend of overly salted fries, too much stuffed crust leading ultimately to a headache and my tongue feeling like it needed mowing as much as our lawn, and I don't even want to begin to describe....well lets just leave it at I am not friends with my bowels.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, to have a blow out and enjoy what I will have to put off for, well, life I guess. Although I'm sure I am allowed some treats now and then (she says whilst on knees begging to the gods of cheese, or bread - I'm not fussy). It wasn't the best idea I have had and I have regretted it all weekend, even as I was actually eating this stuff I knew I was making it worse for myself, but as a fatty I knew I had to have one last taste, and thankfully I disliked the experience so much I'm not that that bothered with repeating it......for now anyway. I'd recommend checking-in in about 4 weeks time when I describe at what lengths I am sure to go to get Pizza.
So where do I go from here, well I've tried on my 'outfit' and I look like a ripply Lycra clad weeble and I actually laughed at my reflection. I did buy black so I'm more in shadow and as long as I can work out in the utter darkness I'll be OK. How wrong can I be, I'm delusional these shoes have their own aura of whiteness, they will give away my position on the treadmill. However thinking about it maybe people will be so hypnotised by the shoes they won't notice me, I call that a result.
I will post tomorrow after my humiliation at the GYM and let you know the damage to not only the bank account but the scales once I step on them.
Love Fatty
Well I have returned from what can only be described as shopping trip from hell, Well OK that's a slight exaggeration it wasn't really that bad, what I mean is there wasn't teenagers chortling at my plight to find what can only be described as the most hideous pair of footwear known to man, and clothing that is in the category of 'functional', now anyone who knows me knows that functional clothes are not what I consider a successful shopping trip, however I am now ready for tomorrow's pain that is the GYM.
So there I am kitted out in 'functional' clothing and hideous footwear - which incidentally make my feet look 3 sizes bigger than they actually are and are so white I think they could be seen from space. I'm hoping that my unfathomable way of scuffing my shoes works on these, and soon, however I am of the opinion that they will repel all attempts at making them look 'not new' and I will be forever known as 'fatty white shoes' by other GYM members.
Anyway what have I been up to since my last blog, well I did as I promised I indulged in a calorie-filled, cheesy, salty take-out extravaganza. Oh and not forgetting the wine. How was it ? Horrible. It was a weekend of overly salted fries, too much stuffed crust leading ultimately to a headache and my tongue feeling like it needed mowing as much as our lawn, and I don't even want to begin to describe....well lets just leave it at I am not friends with my bowels.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, to have a blow out and enjoy what I will have to put off for, well, life I guess. Although I'm sure I am allowed some treats now and then (she says whilst on knees begging to the gods of cheese, or bread - I'm not fussy). It wasn't the best idea I have had and I have regretted it all weekend, even as I was actually eating this stuff I knew I was making it worse for myself, but as a fatty I knew I had to have one last taste, and thankfully I disliked the experience so much I'm not that that bothered with repeating it......for now anyway. I'd recommend checking-in in about 4 weeks time when I describe at what lengths I am sure to go to get Pizza.
So where do I go from here, well I've tried on my 'outfit' and I look like a ripply Lycra clad weeble and I actually laughed at my reflection. I did buy black so I'm more in shadow and as long as I can work out in the utter darkness I'll be OK. How wrong can I be, I'm delusional these shoes have their own aura of whiteness, they will give away my position on the treadmill. However thinking about it maybe people will be so hypnotised by the shoes they won't notice me, I call that a result.
I will post tomorrow after my humiliation at the GYM and let you know the damage to not only the bank account but the scales once I step on them.
Love Fatty
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
An Introduction to Fatty
Hi there,
Fat person here, yep that may sound harsh but I am (feel like I have just entered fatties anonymous and declared it for the first time), so there I have taken the first step I AM FAT. How do I feel about that? Pretty sick (and not bulimic sick before you ask) just ashamed that I have let it get this bad. How come it happens gradually I mean why did I think it was OK to buy the next size up instead of stopping to think shouldn't I be considering loosing the weight so I don't have to move into the +size section. I have gained (and lost) weight since the birth of my child and no that isn't an excuse it just so happens thats when it started, so I can blah blah blah about how I focused more on being a mother than myself, and I just didn't find the time etc but the truth of it is I just didn't do anything about it......until now (7 years later !)
So now its time to take a stand, to fight the flab and discard this fat suit once and for all. OK so I have tried before but not with this kind of determination. I have gone to the weight loss classes (in person and on the net), I've been to the ladies only 30 minute work out places and I have got the dodgy slimming pills, and although they work it is only a temporary fix and I ended up putting it all back again and more. Plus what on earth do they put in these tablets anyway.
Its time - and to be quite honest with you I am scared I have to enter a....dare I say it GYM.....urrgghhh there I said it - my worst fear realised, I have to don sneakers, track pants and tops that apparently draw the sweat away from your body (oh great so I'm going to be sweating more than usual then....lovely). Just hope its the usual pit and back sweat rather than butt crack and boob sweat. So off to the shops I go at the weekend, hope they have my size is all I'm thinking - and betting on the shop assistant is half my age and 3/4 of my size and laughing through their retainers about the fat women trying to buy Lycra !!So I'll let you know how that one goes.
So a GYM you say, yep I have done it I have booked my consultation for Monday, its an all women GYM so don't have to worry about blokes being hypnotised by my wave of wobble while I try to "power on through", just hope the place isn't full of people who can run on the hamster wheel (sorry I mean treadmill) for an hour and not even break a sweat and have the audacity to wear those up your ass leotards....I mean come on I wear thongs (yes even at my size) but please to exercise in - it can't be good for you. But then again I hope there isn't fatties like me, cos then I'm one of them (which I know I am I just don't want to be faced with it...right) - OK so I'm vain, but I know I shouldn't be, because when I look in the mirror and smile it isn't just my mouth that's smiling there's one just below my belly button and it goes from one hip to the other, and its not so much of a smile but a sneer of a fatty with too much belly.
Well there it is my first blog, but I guess you're wondering - how fat is she, how much does she need to loose, well I won't know that until I get the 'health check' and assessment at the gym but by my guessing I need to loose around about 60lbs to be BMI, height to weight, easy on the eye, average size.
Oh and I know I shouldn't but I'm going to have a take out pizza on Friday along with some wine to toast in the new me....laughing at me are we - but you know you can't start a new healthy lifestyle without a blow out......right. OK, OK I know its wrong but along with the GYM I do need to eat better too, no crisps, takeout, fast-food and wine is off the menu (although I have started that already and don't touch a drop Sun-Thur).
I'm going to sign off now and get back to you once I have purchased my "Athletic Attire" (said with a snort of hilarity at the thought of how ridiculous I'm going to look)
Love Fatty
Fat person here, yep that may sound harsh but I am (feel like I have just entered fatties anonymous and declared it for the first time), so there I have taken the first step I AM FAT. How do I feel about that? Pretty sick (and not bulimic sick before you ask) just ashamed that I have let it get this bad. How come it happens gradually I mean why did I think it was OK to buy the next size up instead of stopping to think shouldn't I be considering loosing the weight so I don't have to move into the +size section. I have gained (and lost) weight since the birth of my child and no that isn't an excuse it just so happens thats when it started, so I can blah blah blah about how I focused more on being a mother than myself, and I just didn't find the time etc but the truth of it is I just didn't do anything about it......until now (7 years later !)
So now its time to take a stand, to fight the flab and discard this fat suit once and for all. OK so I have tried before but not with this kind of determination. I have gone to the weight loss classes (in person and on the net), I've been to the ladies only 30 minute work out places and I have got the dodgy slimming pills, and although they work it is only a temporary fix and I ended up putting it all back again and more. Plus what on earth do they put in these tablets anyway.
Its time - and to be quite honest with you I am scared I have to enter a....dare I say it GYM.....urrgghhh there I said it - my worst fear realised, I have to don sneakers, track pants and tops that apparently draw the sweat away from your body (oh great so I'm going to be sweating more than usual then....lovely). Just hope its the usual pit and back sweat rather than butt crack and boob sweat. So off to the shops I go at the weekend, hope they have my size is all I'm thinking - and betting on the shop assistant is half my age and 3/4 of my size and laughing through their retainers about the fat women trying to buy Lycra !!So I'll let you know how that one goes.
So a GYM you say, yep I have done it I have booked my consultation for Monday, its an all women GYM so don't have to worry about blokes being hypnotised by my wave of wobble while I try to "power on through", just hope the place isn't full of people who can run on the hamster wheel (sorry I mean treadmill) for an hour and not even break a sweat and have the audacity to wear those up your ass leotards....I mean come on I wear thongs (yes even at my size) but please to exercise in - it can't be good for you. But then again I hope there isn't fatties like me, cos then I'm one of them (which I know I am I just don't want to be faced with it...right) - OK so I'm vain, but I know I shouldn't be, because when I look in the mirror and smile it isn't just my mouth that's smiling there's one just below my belly button and it goes from one hip to the other, and its not so much of a smile but a sneer of a fatty with too much belly.
Well there it is my first blog, but I guess you're wondering - how fat is she, how much does she need to loose, well I won't know that until I get the 'health check' and assessment at the gym but by my guessing I need to loose around about 60lbs to be BMI, height to weight, easy on the eye, average size.
Oh and I know I shouldn't but I'm going to have a take out pizza on Friday along with some wine to toast in the new me....laughing at me are we - but you know you can't start a new healthy lifestyle without a blow out......right. OK, OK I know its wrong but along with the GYM I do need to eat better too, no crisps, takeout, fast-food and wine is off the menu (although I have started that already and don't touch a drop Sun-Thur).
I'm going to sign off now and get back to you once I have purchased my "Athletic Attire" (said with a snort of hilarity at the thought of how ridiculous I'm going to look)
Love Fatty
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