The time has come again for me to realise I've been living too much of the misery chip life and need to get my sh!t together.
As of 8 minutes ago, I've started a diet with dadsy. I'm right on the borderline of healthy and overweight, and I plan to lose 12 kilos. Hooray.
I've proddly put on a bit more than 5kg since we came back from OS, and at that stage I was 5kg or so heavier than what I wanted to be. I decided I would start a diet as soon as I found one that would work for me, and I kinda did. I can't say it's entirely what I want, but I'm hoping to work with the people to get it to exactly what I want. I also don't want to go into it too much here, but you'll get gists because I have a hard time keeping these things to myself.
I want to succeed.
I want to be in control.
I want to be happy to move, happy with how I look and happy with how I feel.
I want to not centre my thoughts on the next opportunity I'll have to eat 'bad' fod.
I want to not go to bed feeling queasy, spend a day feeling queasy and stop snacking on bad things just because I can.
I want to not feel guilt about what I'm eating, what I will eat and I what I have eating.
I want to stop pointing out my flaws for everyone for some sort of pennance - it doesn't make me feel better, it only makes me feel worse.
So, here's to weightloss - for seeing that I have now crossed that line I've been building up to over the last few weeks where I've sugar, fat and carb loaded as much as I could because I knew this time was coming.
Here's to feeling sexy for summer, ladies and gents!