I’m fed up with my fat suit!

Ten years ago I lost 4 stone (56 pounds). But, gradually the weight crept back on over the years. 

The weighing scales grew rusty and my waistband grew tighter. I went up a dress size.

Great- a new wardrobe. Life was for living… right? I was approaching middle-age and a few pounds here and there was to be expected. I was a curvy woman and I loved my curves so much. I celebrated my curves! I was an ‘average’ size. Nothing wrong with that… right?

The healthy eating went out of the window… life was for living… right? 

And, the new wardrobe now largely consisted of sacks with lace on.

Who was I kidding? Certainly not my body.

In my youth I had taken my brilliantly fast metabolism for granted. I could eat whatever I wanted and didn’t gain a gram.(I am trying to get with it!)

However, middle-age had other ideas. A hysterectomy and developing hypothyroidism, and fibromyalgia all exacerbated the weight gain. I deluded myself that I would not be able to lose weight and took refuge in a box of chocolate eclairs!

Then, the arthritic knee decided it wasn’t happy with the womanly curves bearing down upon it. 

Spoilsport! 

Despite of and because of physiotherapy the knee wouldn’t play ball… or anything else for that matter. A replacement knee was the answer.

But, guess what? A weight loss is required before surgery.

 In my particular corner of Yorkshireland, our National Health Service Trust stipulates that if you are obese you must lose ten per cent of your body weight before they will operate on you. 

There are those that would argue that this takes a discriminatory approach. That overweight people should have access to the same treatment as others. 

But, for me it was my watershed moment. The idea of having a general anaesthetic for such a major operation and putting my life at risk, because I was so heavy, was a no-go. I want to wake up afterwards and get to know my plastic – fantastic knee!

Fast forward to present day and the weight loss is well underway. As I did ten years ago, I have returned to my local Slimming World group. The food optimization produces fantastic results. More importantly, I never go hungry. Because, as we all know hunger is your enemy when you are weight watching. It distracts you from your goal and tells you you can’t do it, you need food.

I have lost over a stone and hope to reach my 10 per cent body weight loss before Christmas. That is my Christmas present to myself. That and a new wardrobe, when I achieve my target weight. Just another 3 stone to go! 

I imagine my lost weight as 2 pound bags of sugar. (I am also a sixties child and can’t quite get used to kilos… yet. Although I do now work in centimetres.)

I have lost approaching ten bags of sugar. Perhaps,  if I ever go off plan, I should strap them all back on to my body to remember how it felt? 

It’s madness what we do to our bodies, sometimes. It isn’t straightforward and of course our minds need to work in line with our bodies to achieve the desired end results.

So, for now I am ‘in the zone’. I hope to remain in it. My initial weight loss is already benefiting my poor, deformed knee. Not as many bags of sugar for it to carry around.

I don’t claim to understand how sometimes I can tolerate and even embrace my ‘fat suit’ and then I want rid of it.

A renewed sense of hope and confidence accompany the weight loss. 

And… the use of this new editor thing on here. I can’t remember the name of it. I can’t access the preview or anything else for that matter. But, I am about to hit the ‘publish’ button; because, I have lost weight. If I can start to strip off my ‘fat suit’ what else am I capable of? 

Here’s hoping that this post makes sense.

How about you?

Do you struggle with your weight?

Any tips to share?

Shall we be fat friends – slimming down?

Do you have a gammy knee?

Until next time.

Dorne x

Mii …blobbiness eradication!

2014-26-11--12-59-15My blobbiness knows no bounds and it’s time to part company with it.

I was going to get Christmas out-of-the-way first [ yes, we somehow think that it’s mandatory to gorge ourselves over the Christmas period and live with the consequences] and then lose some weight and get fitter.

Not any more. The blobbiness has to go…it’s impacting on my life way too much. Not that I’m massive, but I’m not petite neither.

This  is my mii above. Yes, the fatty belly is slightly elaborated, but it serves as a timely reminder to shape up.

This afternoon I’m going jogging with my Wii. Yes, I know that this basically involves me jogging on the spot and waving at the other miis waving at me from my television screen.[ Yes, I’m sad!] I’ll do yoga…yesterday I was yoga teacher standard and really quite flexible for an old bird of 54. I was, however greatly unbalanced on the body core exercises. Tell me about it…story of my life!

I like to bowl, play tennis and box like crazy, on the Wii. All in the comfort of my own bedroom. I look ridiculous, but if it rids me of the seven bellies, then all well and good.

So, it’s another set of goals to achieve. Exercise and watching my diet a bit more closely usually helps to lose those troublesome pounds. I may bore you with my progress/non progress with this, as well as my writing goals.

Feel free to join me in my blobbiness eradication. But be warned, this will continue over the festive period. Once I start on something I have tunnel vision and if I’m starting to feel better, I won’t be letting it slide, not even for Christmas.

Then, of course I will have to buy new clothes to fit the new me and mii. Oh, what a shame…bring it on!

It’s sad I know, but it’s a great feeling when that computer tells me in its stupid, silly voice that I’ve achieved my goal. I could kiss and hug it…that’s not like me at all!

  • How about you?
  • Are you starting on your new year goals a bit early, as well?
  • Do you have any tips for losing weight and getting fit…apart from wiring our jaws up and getting our big fat bottoms out of that way too comfy chair and on the move…RIGHT NOW?

I need to do some power walking with the dog now.[That will so not happen!]

I’ve sat here for long enough…time to move it.

Thanks for stopping by and have yourself an active day.

Until the next blobby time.