A Tale of Five Stones Too Many

The best way to start I reckon is for me to record why I started this blog now. The most obvious indicator is on the blog title of course. I am 5 stone over weight… 5 stone fat.

I checked my weight a couple of days ago, lightly skipping onto the scales (so as no one would notice me doing so and try and take a nosy look) and there, blinking up at me in damning red was: 16.12… 16.13… 17.0… 17.1… 17.0…. 17.0 Whew! That 1 pound over would have been even more crushing and 17 is quite sincerely horrible enough as it is.

So what made me check that beautiful spring morning? About 5 minutes prior to that incident I was lying in bed, still half asleep and I brushed my hand across my waist. Only it wasn’t a slight slide in and then out to my hip (think hourglass concept). Oh, no, there was road bump… a second tire! I’d had the first one since I was in my teens, but this second one? My stomach lurched in complete revulsion. A sudden rush of self loathing.

Not the nicest way to wake up I can tell you.

So this where that bump in the road leads. A blog, membership to weight loss forums, research, exercise video’s and a wistful search to see just how expensive personal trainers really are (turns out too expensive! *sigh*).

And that’s how this tale of joy? woe?… well, it’s just started, I don’t know how it’s going to go but hopefully it’s going to end in a significant loss.