Okay
Here it is.
I’m a 52 year old NHS manager who was a size 8-10 most of her life until she got a desk job and fell in love with a complete and utter foodie.
In less than two years, I’ve piled just under 3 stone on. I’m 5ft 4in with a BMI of 26.1 and weigh 11 stone.
I loathe exercise
I love wine (up to three large glasses a night – sorry – horrific, but being honest)… (but, fortunately, hate chocolate or cake)
Today is my second fast day
– I’m missing my White Zinfandel!
– My bloke/partner is doing one of those Intense Insanity training programmes (way to go, him…. but no thanks) and is eating what he likes.
– I feel tired, jittery and tearful
– He keeps trying to make me eat stuff because he says I’ll make myself ill, and ‘all this faddy diet stuff’ is ridiculous
I have six weeks to shift as much weight as possible, before I go on holday with Mr Adonis
I know some of it will be the wine thingy, but I am so bloomin’ HUNGRY!
Please tell me this will pass
*sobs*
4:19 pm
29 Apr 15