Hi cat girl,
Many thanks for your honesty.
It is only joining this website , that my brain moved out of the clogged chocolate goo it was in and realised that ther is life without it 24/7,
I shall bear my soul to you.
I was in BHS , I was buying a dress and a skirt, the assistant took me to the changing cubicle, she closed the drapes.
By the time I peeled my clothes off, and found I couldn’t step into the dress,as it couldn’t get higher than my thighs, so I took it off and was going to try over my head when she opened the curtains wide to see the dress on me.
The embarasment was massive. It was a packed shop.
I told her to leave me alone.
So I tried the dress over my head, nope, no go. Size 20.
So I thought the skirt would do, but it wouldn’t fasten around my waist, I was now a size 22. I sat there in my underwear crying that I had just realised my size.
That’s the lowest I have been.
Then I heard about Michael Mosley. He seems to write a book, tell you the facts and ther is no hype, no lies, here it is. That’s why I am no the path. I don’t want to cry in the changing room.
Cat girl, let’s do this together, just for 8 weeks, let’s take each hour, make the right decisions and let’s both go out and strut our stuff a few sizes smaller?
At my age, that will frighten a few people. I am sure they will leave me alone as they will think I have escaped from somewhere.
So c at girl, I am here for you, my warts and all. I have been honest with you, that I have put weight on this week, so what, look at my frame of mind, look at my attitude.
Go out and smell Spring, it’s in the air. Sit and look at the birdies, look at the purple crocuses, bright dafodils and snow drops.
I am ready to walk a bit further along the path, you coming with me?
Love Lucia.
Xxx