One year on

It is a year since my lovely Italian lady doctor broke the news to me that I was very overweight and that the amount of alcohol I was drinking was showing up as a near-death experience on my blood tests. None of this was of course news. I have been in denial for years.

I haven't been a very good Fat Clubber for the last couple of weeks. I've worked hard and I've needed comfort (chocolate), so I don't think my SW result tonight is going to be anything other than a couple of pounds on. I can live with that.

The good news however is that I went to see the lovely doctor again today and I have lost 14 kilos since she last weighed me. She was absolutely delighted. Words cannot express how chuffed I am either. I still haven't made my 2 stone award at the meeting but I have lost that, and a couple of pounds more, in a year.

If that doesn't spur me on then nothing will.

I have another Olympic training session this Saturday. In Hoxton. Wish me luck.

Club 10

It has been a close-run thing but tonight I reached Club 10. That means that since starting Slimming World I have lost 10% of my body weight. It shows, despite my still being fat. In fact there was a girl there last night who won a Biggest Loser award, 4 and a half stone off since July. Amazing. But she still looks large.

Am pleased though, and the dreaded Image Therapy or whatever it's called was quite motivating for once. Although I had to sit next to the resident mad woman. It was also buffet night. There was some seriously good stuff there. And one or two weirder offerings. I now know why I don't make SW frittata!


Hey ho.