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04 September 2007 @ 12:00 am
I have to do something!  
Thirteen stone! I weigh thirteen stone!

13 stone!

*cries*

Crap. How have I managed to get so damn overweight without really noticing?

I mean, I was aware than I'm not exactly sylph-like anymore, but I hadn't realised I'd morphed into a baby hippo!

So... reasons...

1#

Working in a plus-size clothing shop for the last two and a half years probably does not help me. I spend a hefty percentage of my days surrounded by large, larger and very large women - and thus end up feeling quite slim by comparison. (But it is only by comparison.)

But even that doesn't work as a complete excuse.

2#

But the recent trend for leggings and smock tops have done me no favours either because there was nothing there to restrict my expansion!

If this season was all about skinny jeans and tight tees, I'd have felt my clothes getting tighter - and I might have clued in earlier that I was getting even bigger.

Basically though. Bottom line is:

3#

I'm greedy and I eat and drink fatty calorie laden junk.

I think this is the point at which I have to accept that if I want to be slim, healthy, beautiful and attractive to men then I have to give up gorging myself silly on all the rubbish I love to eat.

I'm not seventeen anymore (unfortunately) and my body can no longer cope with running on as much as 7,000 calories a day and still stay skinny.

I can't have both, so I have to choose between two things that mean a lot to me.

So, option one: Keep on eating delicious crap and not exercising and get fatter, unhealthier... and probably never get a date ever again... and have to shop in plus-size shops myself 0_o

Or option two: Start dieting, exercising and generally cutting out 90% of the crap, and lose weight and be sexy... have the confidence to chat up hot men... and be confident that my beloved TopShop jeans will continue to fit my ass.

Hmm. Choices. Choices.
 
 
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