Thin Underneath... (honest - I'm sure I am)
Where do I start?... I could do a Julie Andrews and say at the very beginning but that would be twee so I'll go for it and shoot from the hip.
I am fat. I don't just mean a little bit, or even a lot, I mean that I don't have a muffin top I have an entire in house bakery and their subsequent chains, and in some clothes trying to get my tummy into a pair of trousers is like needing bread. I've always been large except for the intermittent moments of not quite so fat but then "whoops" and it's back on and then some! So I've decided enough is enough. Googled weight loss classes in my local area and Weight Watchers was the only one. Weight Watchers it is then. Psyched myself up all day about attending this class and the closer the class came the less psyched I was. Getting on the scales I was removing scarfs and any other such removable items cos it all helps doesn't it? Apparently not! The only thing the scale didn't say was "could one of you PLEASE get off!..." Let the weight loss journey begin... (apparently you have to call it a "journey" because it's never ending - their words not mine) |