For much of the last 10 years I have been fighting a losing battle with my weight, and I am now sick of it.
Just prior to coming to the UK, I had spent about six months at Weight Watchers, which surprisingly actually worked for me - I managed to lose some 15kgs or so and slimmed down to a 'svelte' (well, we can all dream) size 12 or so. Lovely.
Then alas the Heathrow Injection took place, and I began afresh the battle of the bulge, with limited success - owing to the fact that at Weight Watchers UK no-one seemed to know what a kilogram was - and my understanding of stones and pounds is limited to rocks and currency. But just prior to Penny's wedding I think in 2000 or something, with the help of the annoyingly over the top Leslie Sansone and her 'Walk off Weight' DVD ("And right left right left - hallelujah!") I managed to get back to my size 12.
But then I turned 30 and it was all downhill from there - and now I am the size of a small house. A Mack truck. A heifer cow... it's terribly depressing. It doesn't matter what I do, I just can not lose the weight. Last year, when we went on our 14 countries in 42 days great expedition, I managed to lose a few kilos (most likely due to the killer burek!), but the minute we landed back on British soil, they flew back and bit me in the bum. And the hips. And the tummy.
So today I have just had enough. The problem is though, I absolutely detest the gym - its gross. My idea of going to the gym is like this: me, looking cool, sexy and semi-glam in my gorgeously expensive Nike leggings and tank top, surrounded by hundreds of very fit, very 'buff', and very available (and not gay) gym lads, with biceps out to here and a six pack to die for. The reality though, is far different. There's me in my overlarge "Purple Pig" t-shirt and daggy grey leggings, and two types of gents - the fat, sweaty, about to have a heart attack types, and the fit bod, but balding others. I just can't win. So its no wonder that I don't go.
Instead we've started swimming again. Its ok, I guess, but a bit mind numbing... and if Laura and Katie aren't going, its extremely hard to motivate myself to go. And very depressing that I'm not seeing any results.
I don't know what else to do though - I can't go home at Christmas looking like this, and time is fast running out.
Any suggestions on the best ways to battle the bulge?
2 comments:
Oh Kyles, we love you no matter what! I guess the only way you are going to lose weight is sensible eating and exercise. Over here there are several "women only" gyms, maybe there are there? Anyway, who cares, as long as you are healthy and happy!
Well Kylie, welcome to the real world. As they say, it's in the genes. Trouble is, what's in the genes doesn't fit into the jeans anymore! Sigh!
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