Six years ago I lost 77lb over 9 months and slimmed down from a size 20 to a size 10. The triggerfor my success was a sad one - my Mum had just died and I lost some weight (about a stone) through the stress of coping with her illness and subsequent death. She always used to encourage me to try to lose weight and I felt that I 'owed' it to her and to myself to try harder than ever and the weight I lost just before she died spurred me on to continue with my efforts to lose more. Somehow it worked. I don't really know how, but it did - you see, normally I'm a stress eater. If I'm stressed I over-eat, if I feel happy then I find it easier to cut back on food and be more active. Sounds familiar?
Anyway, after miraculously losing 77lb, I managed to enjoy my new figure and new-found energy for about a year.... and then (you've guessed it) the whole 77lb gradually piled on again. I'm back to where I started.

So here I am... I'm going to give it one more (serious) shot and if I succeed I'll seriously believe in miracles, and if I don't, well, I shall simply be even more hopeless, cross and demented.
So, thanks for reading this, and hello from a very frustrated to the point of insanity, desperate woman.

PS When I lost all my weight I gave nearly all my (larger sized) clothes away to charity. I have been wearing the same 3 or 4 outfits for about a year now and I REFUSE to buy new stuff. If I put on any more weight I shall have to wander around naked. This would probably serve to evacuate the town where I live. So I would end up hopeless, cross, crazy and lonely to boot.



