Last year I lost 3 stone. This year I have put 2 stone of it back on again. I’m not happy about it.
Weight is a personal to an individual, to me, having had an eating disorder in the past, it’s a very delicate subject indeed. I want to lose some weight but I want to do it in a healthy way and not risk slipping back into old purging habits and so Flabtronic is born.
My very good friend and one half of the double act that is ‘ActualSaurus’, Helen from Actually Mummy is on a diet at the moment. She’s using Weight Watchers , Mutu thingy and Slimpod to help her. It’s working for her and she’s looking super dooper but that kind of systematic approach isn’t for me. And so we are going to use our combined desire in weight and friendly banter to spur each other on in the form of Flabatronic.
Now Helen is using her chosen diet plan but I am bit more of a sceptical madam. I see diet plans that work for people but I would like to think that actually all a person needs to do is eat less crap, drink less booze and exercise more – and I don’t need a faffy podcast before bed to help me with that.
My chosen common sense plan is:
No crisps, cake, biscuits, cheese or bread.
No booze – except 3 tins of gin a week.
Run 2k every evening.
I’ll be weighing in every Wednesday and taking a photo (yuk) of my tummy tum tum which at the end I’m going to stop animate together, like some ladies do with their pregnancy belly – only *hopefully* in reverse. I do apologise for anyone freaked out by such photographs, it’s actually bloody hard for me to look at them, let alone put them on here, but my being so open about this I am hoping that it’ll spur me on to get my arse into gear – literally.