Wednesday, 30 March 2011


My husband saw me sitting here at the computer creating this blog and said: "Why don't you use the time you are spending on that blog, on your exercise bike instead?'

After weeks and weeks of nagging, I finally agreed to go along to 'Slimming World' with my friend last night.  I have rejected the idea of going to a group like this in the past, because I have always felt losing weight isn't rocket science - stop putting food and drink into your mouth and you will lose weight.  Ashamedly, I have been known to be rather scathing  about people who spend £5 just to be weighed and told to stop eating Mars Bars.

Anyway, there I was getting more and more depressed about my weight, and almost went to pieces when a pair of size 16 jeans felt too tight, and my eldest daughter made an innocent comment about the 'size of my tummy', all in the same day.   This is when I decided to give it a go.

I went along to my first meeting last night, was weighed and told that I am currently 12 stone 5 pounds, which in itself was a massive shock - my scales at home are obviously very wrong, so the situation is indeed even worse than I thought...

This blog will chart my weight-loss journey.  I need to do it.  I have to do it.  I CAN do it...