Hi there,
Well where can I start, firstly I survived, just ! Secondly I am in so much pain in muscles I never knew I had I fear I may have to stop writing this blog so I can lay down and just cry.
A full hours work out with the PT is to blame and she must be the only lovely evil person I know. She really pushed me yesterday, to the point of me actually groaning doing squats, I know, how embarrassing. I did not only end up with jelly legs but jelly arms yesterday too. If a cop had seen me walking to my car he would have arrested me on the spot for being drunk and trying to drive - err no officer I can't walk straight because of my PT and she should be arrested for trying to kill me !
I did some weights which made my muscles involuntarily spasm, and the weirdest thing of all is I can't feel them doing it I can just see it, so the stuff she gave me to do was hard, i.e. two lots of reps and heavier weights. But the one thing that was the worst (even more than the squats) was having to sit on a mat on my coccyx lift my legs up and hold, not hold on just hold until she says stop, and then to make matters worse I have to do it twice. I'm not a religious person, but did I pray that it would end. I cannot believe people do this for enjoyment, and apparently I will too.....eventually - I'm not feeling that at the moment, all I'm feeling is sore, stiff and tired.
Granted the hour went quickly and I didn't give up on anything she asked me to do, although I must confess she wanted me to do 7 minutes on the elliptical and could only manage 5 1/2 because if I had been on for any longer I think I would have had a heart attack, but is was the PT who said that it was enough not me.
I'm quite proud at what I achieved yesterday, and with only 3 more sessions with the PT left I'm beginning to get a little apprehensive as to how far I will push myself when it comes to doing it on my own. I guess I've just got to as they say 'suck it up', and 'knuckle under' because if I don't I won't achieve my goal, and I HAVE to, I want the mirror to be my friend again, I want the 90% of my closet to fit me again - and most of all next summer I want to wear shorts and bathing suit.
So I'm going to keep going, break through the pain barrier, 'power on through', and remember to remove my mascara for next time I go as the Alice Cooper look yesterday was just hilarious, especially as no one pointed it out to me, and I had to find out for myself when I looked in the mirror in the car (I was actually checking out how beetroot I was) only to discover I was tipped to be the new face of Goth Monthly.
I'm going to sign off now because I need to rest (well do the ironing actually)
Love Fatty
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Fatty's on mission whilst pondering
Hi there,
Well its all systems go, my son is back at school and I'm walking him to and from, clocking up 6km a day, which if that doesn't get my heart rate up I don't know what will. Granted the walk with my son isn't actually a speed walk but when I'm doing the journey on my own I up the pace (and boy does it hurt).
After a full weekend of painful abs I am back at the gym tonight, sucker for punishment me. Actually looking forward to getting my ass kicked and although its painful I know its the only way.
Sitting here in a empty house got me thinking as to why I am the fat one of the family, I mean is it the ingrained learned behaviour of my parents telling me I couldn't leave the table until I'd finished my dinner, as there are children starving in the world (well me eating everything off my plate doesn't actually solve that problem, donating my left overs would probably be a better option), but they meant well I guess. Its taken me a while to recognise that leaving some food on your plate is OK and eating until your full to bursting is not OK. Or is it that I am of Mediterranean descent that gives me the rotund look. I suppose it can't be both because my siblings would be suffering with the same thing.
The worst of it is I haven't always been fat, OK I was a fat baby (some would be kind and say bonny - I wouldn't), but as I grew up I thinned out, and at one point in my life I actually was a size 10 (8 in US sizes), but that was more to do with not eating much, partying like its going out of style and generally having what I like to call a 'wilderness year', in that I can't remember a lot about it apart from I know it was fun. But low and behold I was told I was too thin (sometimes you just can't win !).
I do seem to remember as a kid not liking eating in front of people, so maybe I have always had a problem with food. What I mean is now I eat it as a function rather as enjoyment. Who knows I guess I'm just rambling and trying to blame something for my fatness, which isn't getting me anywhere, so I'm going to stop and consider that I have recognised I need to do something about my weight problem - and gone ahead and done it, and that people is the first step anyone who has a weight problem has to do. Its like quitting smoking (been there done that), but YOU have to WANT to do it, no one else can make you.
A few people have been contacting me asking for tips, and I guess my first one is as above recognise you have a problem, then seek help to deal with it, I chose the Gym but that might not work for you, set yourself reasonable goals (don't expect a quick fix to work because it won't losing weight is a life long commitment to change), stick with it, treat yourself.
I guess I'm going to end on 'everything in moderation' - yeah right coming from the person who has to have just one more slice of pizza, or one more glass of wine, its not easy (change never is), but I know it will be worth it
Love
Fatty
Well its all systems go, my son is back at school and I'm walking him to and from, clocking up 6km a day, which if that doesn't get my heart rate up I don't know what will. Granted the walk with my son isn't actually a speed walk but when I'm doing the journey on my own I up the pace (and boy does it hurt).
After a full weekend of painful abs I am back at the gym tonight, sucker for punishment me. Actually looking forward to getting my ass kicked and although its painful I know its the only way.
Sitting here in a empty house got me thinking as to why I am the fat one of the family, I mean is it the ingrained learned behaviour of my parents telling me I couldn't leave the table until I'd finished my dinner, as there are children starving in the world (well me eating everything off my plate doesn't actually solve that problem, donating my left overs would probably be a better option), but they meant well I guess. Its taken me a while to recognise that leaving some food on your plate is OK and eating until your full to bursting is not OK. Or is it that I am of Mediterranean descent that gives me the rotund look. I suppose it can't be both because my siblings would be suffering with the same thing.
The worst of it is I haven't always been fat, OK I was a fat baby (some would be kind and say bonny - I wouldn't), but as I grew up I thinned out, and at one point in my life I actually was a size 10 (8 in US sizes), but that was more to do with not eating much, partying like its going out of style and generally having what I like to call a 'wilderness year', in that I can't remember a lot about it apart from I know it was fun. But low and behold I was told I was too thin (sometimes you just can't win !).
I do seem to remember as a kid not liking eating in front of people, so maybe I have always had a problem with food. What I mean is now I eat it as a function rather as enjoyment. Who knows I guess I'm just rambling and trying to blame something for my fatness, which isn't getting me anywhere, so I'm going to stop and consider that I have recognised I need to do something about my weight problem - and gone ahead and done it, and that people is the first step anyone who has a weight problem has to do. Its like quitting smoking (been there done that), but YOU have to WANT to do it, no one else can make you.
A few people have been contacting me asking for tips, and I guess my first one is as above recognise you have a problem, then seek help to deal with it, I chose the Gym but that might not work for you, set yourself reasonable goals (don't expect a quick fix to work because it won't losing weight is a life long commitment to change), stick with it, treat yourself.
I guess I'm going to end on 'everything in moderation' - yeah right coming from the person who has to have just one more slice of pizza, or one more glass of wine, its not easy (change never is), but I know it will be worth it
Love
Fatty
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Fatty's Love/Hate Relationship with a BALL
Hi there,
Well here it is in black and white the full extent of my fatness woes. I'm 198lbs WOW how did it get that bad, I mean I knew it wasn't going to be pretty but god dam it that's ridiculous, and to top it all 40% of my body mass is fat, that's nearly half - so I can safely say I am a fatty with confidence. I tell you I could have cried when I saw the print out, it was horrifying. However on the other hand it did show me a glimmer of hope. At the bottom of the printout is a goal and that's where I'm heading.
My goal is to lose 44lbs and about 15% of my body fat, I know 44lbs sounds a lot, but for saying I had predicted I needed to lose 60lbs I actually see this as a reasonable and achievable goal.
So how do I get there, well I have 4 more painful sessions with the PT which I am so grateful to my Hubby for paying for because I couldn't do this without the initial kick up my flabby bottom. She's working on increasing my lean muscle and burning off those excess pounds.
Here's how it went yesterday, after the initial shock of the fat-omiter I knew there was a lot to do so I went at it with a positive mind set, I know this is going to hurt but I HAVE to do this 198lbs is just not where I want to be EVER AGAIN.
So I'm not going to bore you with all the contraptions and exercises I did because well that's as dull as it gets but I will tell you this, I prefer the rowing machine to the elliptical because I'm lazy and I can workout sitting down. Yes I know I will be doing my Cardio on the elliptical because if I don't I will not reach my goal. I HATE THE BALL, with a passion that if it burnt away fat as much as it burns inside me I'll be at my goal in few days, not only do I have to do sit ups on this thing (twice yesterday !!!!!), but I have to put it on a wall and move up and down and basically if my legs could talk they would be telling me to bugger off, and as for my butt, well you've seen those dancers who jiggle their butts up and down around and around in rapper videos right, well mine was doing that of its own accord.
Highly amusing to me was the medicine ball, to me it's a disaster waiting to happen, put a smooth ball in a sweaty fat woman's hands and you know whats going to happen someone is going to end up coming to the gym to get fit but leaving in an ambulance with a sever head trauma. I am an accident waiting to happen, they should provide grip dust, but I guess when you're a sweaty person like me it would turn into paste and that would just exacerbate the problem.
Anyway after the work out and some serious stretching, I felt pretty good albeit very wobbly (and not fat wobbly), I couldn't walk properly and as great as the location of the gym is the stairs I have to go down to get back to the car are yet another accident waiting to happen, I was OK at first then my knees give out and I don't so much walk but stumble/run to the bottom - note to self hold the banister from now on - or better still come down on your bottom (which would no doubt amuse the shoppers in the supermarket under the gym).
Back to the car and thank god its a automatic because I don't think I could depress a clutch if I tired and then home, had a lovely evening with my boys, and then again another wonderful nights sleep, however I couldn't have moved much because getting out of bed this morning wasn't the easiest - I could have done with a winch. But feeling better as the day goes on but struggling to laugh without it hurting my abs.
So I will sign off and go and make a healthy Sunday Lunch, tune in next week for my blog on a full hours workout and how I survived (I hope)
Love Fatty
Well here it is in black and white the full extent of my fatness woes. I'm 198lbs WOW how did it get that bad, I mean I knew it wasn't going to be pretty but god dam it that's ridiculous, and to top it all 40% of my body mass is fat, that's nearly half - so I can safely say I am a fatty with confidence. I tell you I could have cried when I saw the print out, it was horrifying. However on the other hand it did show me a glimmer of hope. At the bottom of the printout is a goal and that's where I'm heading.
My goal is to lose 44lbs and about 15% of my body fat, I know 44lbs sounds a lot, but for saying I had predicted I needed to lose 60lbs I actually see this as a reasonable and achievable goal.
So how do I get there, well I have 4 more painful sessions with the PT which I am so grateful to my Hubby for paying for because I couldn't do this without the initial kick up my flabby bottom. She's working on increasing my lean muscle and burning off those excess pounds.
Here's how it went yesterday, after the initial shock of the fat-omiter I knew there was a lot to do so I went at it with a positive mind set, I know this is going to hurt but I HAVE to do this 198lbs is just not where I want to be EVER AGAIN.
So I'm not going to bore you with all the contraptions and exercises I did because well that's as dull as it gets but I will tell you this, I prefer the rowing machine to the elliptical because I'm lazy and I can workout sitting down. Yes I know I will be doing my Cardio on the elliptical because if I don't I will not reach my goal. I HATE THE BALL, with a passion that if it burnt away fat as much as it burns inside me I'll be at my goal in few days, not only do I have to do sit ups on this thing (twice yesterday !!!!!), but I have to put it on a wall and move up and down and basically if my legs could talk they would be telling me to bugger off, and as for my butt, well you've seen those dancers who jiggle their butts up and down around and around in rapper videos right, well mine was doing that of its own accord.
Highly amusing to me was the medicine ball, to me it's a disaster waiting to happen, put a smooth ball in a sweaty fat woman's hands and you know whats going to happen someone is going to end up coming to the gym to get fit but leaving in an ambulance with a sever head trauma. I am an accident waiting to happen, they should provide grip dust, but I guess when you're a sweaty person like me it would turn into paste and that would just exacerbate the problem.
Anyway after the work out and some serious stretching, I felt pretty good albeit very wobbly (and not fat wobbly), I couldn't walk properly and as great as the location of the gym is the stairs I have to go down to get back to the car are yet another accident waiting to happen, I was OK at first then my knees give out and I don't so much walk but stumble/run to the bottom - note to self hold the banister from now on - or better still come down on your bottom (which would no doubt amuse the shoppers in the supermarket under the gym).
Back to the car and thank god its a automatic because I don't think I could depress a clutch if I tired and then home, had a lovely evening with my boys, and then again another wonderful nights sleep, however I couldn't have moved much because getting out of bed this morning wasn't the easiest - I could have done with a winch. But feeling better as the day goes on but struggling to laugh without it hurting my abs.
So I will sign off and go and make a healthy Sunday Lunch, tune in next week for my blog on a full hours workout and how I survived (I hope)
Love Fatty
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Being Personally Trained
Hi all,
Well I know its been an age since last writing but its taken me that long to get my first appointment in with the Personal Trainer (PT from now on).
I was all kitted out in my 'athletic attire', looking as far from an athlete as you could possibly get, and so 5.40pm yesterday I drove off to the gym, really nervous, not to mention jealous that I cooked fish & chips for the boys and I had to settle for a cereal bar and a yogurt. I was a little early (as I always am).
The gym was quiet which was good, although there were a few freaks (sorry but you are if you're that fit), running a marathon on the treadmills, and I wasn't how shall we say the most weightily challenged there so I didn't fell too bad. Although the mirrors in that place are like something out of a circus hall of mirrors, what I mean is either my mirrors at home are completely wrong or I am that short and fat and wobbly. Maybe its their ruse to make you look worse than you are so you work out more, well after one glimpse it worked for me.
5.50 enter PT stage right (well actually I entered her office), and low and behold she's really nice, which doesn't bode well for me disliking her for hurting me. First was the questionnaire - Why do you want to do this.....err self explanatory look at the state of me. What are my goals.....err again lose weight, lose inches and get fit....right ? Then it was onto the blood pressure machine, now being nervous I knew it was going to be high, and it was 134 / 83 which puts me in the 'poor' heart health category. So with this in mind I'm going to the docs next week just to get checked out.
Surprisingly she didn't weigh or measure me on this session that's saved for me next one on Saturday (oh joy something to look forward to), no it was straight down to business on the 'elliptical' or as I'd like to call it 'this is how I'm going to die'. I only did 5 minutes and I was knackered, and then I got off, well it felt like my legs decided to forget they were attached to my body and walk off round the gym on their own leaving me to feel slightly unstable. OK, OK I didn't fall off (which is what I consider a miracle), but it did feel like I was treading water for about 5 minutes after until the feeling came back into my legs.
Then it was onto the weights, which apparently 'will strengthen my lean muscle mass which will speed up my metabolism and help me loose weight', OK I'm not convinced that doing weights will help me lose weight but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. All these weight cycles I do are '12 reps' and oh my god come number twelve, well lets just say involuntary shaking is the weirdest sensation ever (and people do this for pleasure !!!)
So first one is to strengthen my lower back (which is good actually as I do suffer with lower back pain and have ever since I was preggers with my son), next was the worlds worst exercise ever invented it was for the front thigh muscles (I don't know what they're called, although I am on the Internet and should look that up, but then I'll lose my flow and.....) anyway my legs had a mind of their own and it was like watching Elvis on speed. Moving on - rear thigh muscles, shoulders front & back, arms and then the dreaded abs.
She did it she actually got the god dam ball of death out, all my fears came alive, she placed the ball on the floor and before I sat on it I made sure no one was in firing range (because I had a nightmare the other night that I sat on the thing wrong and it projectiles towards the treadmills knocking some poor soul flying to her death).....so after a few deep breaths and checking the coast was clear I sat on the thing (feeling very unstable as always), and was asked to lie back, my brain is thinking is this women insane, lie back, on a ball???. So I do and I'm thinking this is OK but then I have to sit up OH MY GOOD GOD WHY, not only do you have to do the sit ups you have to balance (something I am not at all good at), the pain was beyond my comprehension (and I've gone through childbirth), and I have to do 12 of these...that's it I'm going to die....on a ball. and suddenly she says 1 more and you're done.......I DID IT.
That was it 1 hour done, my 5 further sessions booked, feeling pretty good, however I still have to do 30 minutes of cardio at least 3 times a week so my appointment with the elliptical isn't over by a long shot, however there are the bikes also, so it may not be so bad.....right ?
So I drove home and crashed onto the sofa, hubby saying how proud he is of me, and then later in the evening having to pull me out of the sofa because I can't move.
Showered and bed and hoping that I don't wake up like the tin man, which I don't.
Well there you go I survived my first attempt at the gym and I am going back so 2 dress sizes smaller here I come.
Love
Happy Fatty
x
Well I know its been an age since last writing but its taken me that long to get my first appointment in with the Personal Trainer (PT from now on).
I was all kitted out in my 'athletic attire', looking as far from an athlete as you could possibly get, and so 5.40pm yesterday I drove off to the gym, really nervous, not to mention jealous that I cooked fish & chips for the boys and I had to settle for a cereal bar and a yogurt. I was a little early (as I always am).
The gym was quiet which was good, although there were a few freaks (sorry but you are if you're that fit), running a marathon on the treadmills, and I wasn't how shall we say the most weightily challenged there so I didn't fell too bad. Although the mirrors in that place are like something out of a circus hall of mirrors, what I mean is either my mirrors at home are completely wrong or I am that short and fat and wobbly. Maybe its their ruse to make you look worse than you are so you work out more, well after one glimpse it worked for me.
5.50 enter PT stage right (well actually I entered her office), and low and behold she's really nice, which doesn't bode well for me disliking her for hurting me. First was the questionnaire - Why do you want to do this.....err self explanatory look at the state of me. What are my goals.....err again lose weight, lose inches and get fit....right ? Then it was onto the blood pressure machine, now being nervous I knew it was going to be high, and it was 134 / 83 which puts me in the 'poor' heart health category. So with this in mind I'm going to the docs next week just to get checked out.
Surprisingly she didn't weigh or measure me on this session that's saved for me next one on Saturday (oh joy something to look forward to), no it was straight down to business on the 'elliptical' or as I'd like to call it 'this is how I'm going to die'. I only did 5 minutes and I was knackered, and then I got off, well it felt like my legs decided to forget they were attached to my body and walk off round the gym on their own leaving me to feel slightly unstable. OK, OK I didn't fall off (which is what I consider a miracle), but it did feel like I was treading water for about 5 minutes after until the feeling came back into my legs.
Then it was onto the weights, which apparently 'will strengthen my lean muscle mass which will speed up my metabolism and help me loose weight', OK I'm not convinced that doing weights will help me lose weight but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. All these weight cycles I do are '12 reps' and oh my god come number twelve, well lets just say involuntary shaking is the weirdest sensation ever (and people do this for pleasure !!!)
So first one is to strengthen my lower back (which is good actually as I do suffer with lower back pain and have ever since I was preggers with my son), next was the worlds worst exercise ever invented it was for the front thigh muscles (I don't know what they're called, although I am on the Internet and should look that up, but then I'll lose my flow and.....) anyway my legs had a mind of their own and it was like watching Elvis on speed. Moving on - rear thigh muscles, shoulders front & back, arms and then the dreaded abs.
She did it she actually got the god dam ball of death out, all my fears came alive, she placed the ball on the floor and before I sat on it I made sure no one was in firing range (because I had a nightmare the other night that I sat on the thing wrong and it projectiles towards the treadmills knocking some poor soul flying to her death).....so after a few deep breaths and checking the coast was clear I sat on the thing (feeling very unstable as always), and was asked to lie back, my brain is thinking is this women insane, lie back, on a ball???. So I do and I'm thinking this is OK but then I have to sit up OH MY GOOD GOD WHY, not only do you have to do the sit ups you have to balance (something I am not at all good at), the pain was beyond my comprehension (and I've gone through childbirth), and I have to do 12 of these...that's it I'm going to die....on a ball. and suddenly she says 1 more and you're done.......I DID IT.
That was it 1 hour done, my 5 further sessions booked, feeling pretty good, however I still have to do 30 minutes of cardio at least 3 times a week so my appointment with the elliptical isn't over by a long shot, however there are the bikes also, so it may not be so bad.....right ?
So I drove home and crashed onto the sofa, hubby saying how proud he is of me, and then later in the evening having to pull me out of the sofa because I can't move.
Showered and bed and hoping that I don't wake up like the tin man, which I don't.
Well there you go I survived my first attempt at the gym and I am going back so 2 dress sizes smaller here I come.
Love
Happy Fatty
x
Monday, August 30, 2010
Fatty's waiting for the pain to start
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
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
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
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