I am neither fit or healthy. So instead of being a hypocrite, I’ll write about something else.
I have been up and down in weight, all my life. Generally, if I just eat comfortably, I sit at around the twelve stone mark. This is definitely overweight for my height and build. I can lose weight when I try, but its takes something fairly major to motivate me. Sadly over time I seem to gather more weight, resulting in one of these drastic “I need to lose weight” moments, that cause me to lose a few stone. My birthday is at the end of May and I ordered myself a size 14 dress with the hope it would motivate me to lose a few pounds. When it arrived, it fit (although I did comment it would look better if I lost a little weigth) and so far there has been no motivation to lose weight.
Tonight I had chips and kebab meat after going to the cinema. This afternoon I stumbled across a quaint little chocolate shop. I loved both. I love food – not just bad food, but all food. I’m not fit, I’m not healthy. Though I’m not massively unfit or unhealthy either.
Tomorrow I will write about Iron Man 3 (the movie I saw before having said donner meat and chips) and the little gem of a find, being the chocolate shop. Those are far more interesting than my lost hopes of every getting my figure back after two children ;)