Hello, everyone!
I figured I would be honest with myself when deciding to lose weight. So, reluctantly, I weighed myself (I didn't cheat, either, I did it on the bathroom floor instead of carpet!) and even peeked at the result.
I'm nineteen, fat, and need to shift it. It really hit me that I'm getting married next year, and though my fiance is incredibly supportive and loves my body, I've never really been happy with it.
So, here I am, ready to fight the flab, bust the bulge, and other aliterating motivators.
Yesterday I began my journey, walking through Tesco with a basket and not having filled it with ready-made sandwiches, crisps, soft drinks or my worst weakness, chocolate. I couldn't even walk down the aisle to get my little brother a treat, had to send poor Mark down there and let's face it, men just don't understand 'child-friendly' choclate, do they. Took him three tries to get to the Milky Ways! Anyway, the fridge is stocked, but not with my dearest friends (Aero, Galaxy, and Cadbury) but with lettuce, melon, and other various health foods.
So far I'm loving it, but I shall post my biggest problem in its own thread.
Oops - and my name is Beth! I'm 17 stone, 5'4'', and if I get any bigger I'm going to end up breaking those impractical stools at coffee shops.
Chocaholic here making an entrance!
