I’ve put on weight. I managed to get to just under 15 stone, got so excited and then put on ten pounds.
What the hell?
I suppose that’s why I held off on blogging for so long. I’m back over the 15 and a half stone mark and I feel like a whale. I’ve lost my confidence and as a result cannot stop eating. Willpower when it came to food never used to be that difficult. Now I’m not even thinking then going out and buying chocolate.
Time for a change
There’s no way I’m going back to being 17 stone. I need to do something about this now.
I’m going to go to a personal trainer.
Firstly, the thought of that is terrifying. Wobbling around under the gaze of a physically fit gentleman terrifies me but I’m beginning to think it’s necessary. I am lazy. I would not go to the gym. There’s no one to scold me for not going and no one keeping up on my progression.
With a personal trainer I’d have to face their disappointment if I got lazy. Guilt would keep me going until I began to enjoy it and it became a habit. I want to be healthy, I want to be able to run 5k and I want to be thin(ner).
I need to get out of this rut and if it means shelling out £120 a month then it doesn’t matter. I need to get back into exercising. I’m growing increasingly miserable in this fat suit.
So rally round ladies and gents. I present to you Feeling Fit – phase two.