Sunflower2
New member
*hangs head in shame*
Hello, folks. It's me, again! Not going to bore you, or me, by repeating my story for the thousandth time on here--Basically, am still a chunky monkey, still swimming 4 times a week (but eating/drinking too much) except this time around, I'm engaged!
The Yank finally popped the question on Valentines Day (I know..Puke..I could have killed him if I wasn't so busy kissing his stupid face off) in Amsterdam and I have lost literally NOTHING since then, despite panicked peeks into Wedding Dress shops and scuttling quickly away in fear. I've kept up with the good habit of swimming a good amount of times a week.
So, why now, you cryyyyy. I've just got back from a 4 day bender in Rome with my Mum and Sister. I drank so much wine, ate nothing but pizza and pasta, walked 30,000 steps a day and have come home a WRECK. I could barely keep up with them both and the heat was unbearable because of my chunk. I refuse to get married like this. I REFUSE! Also, my phone was stolen in a fucking ICE CREAM SHOP. Because I was too busy stuffing my face to notice being pickpocketed. Like, seriously. The shame. So I'm sat here, burnt to fuck because I keep forgetting I'm as pale as the moon and should never be exposed to daylight, feeling like a giant whale because I've not been to the loo in 4 days because I've eaten NOTHING but pizza and drank nothing but wine, with no phone, no food in the house and staring down the barrel of my Wedding, as overweight and as unhappy with myself as I am now.
And so it begins. I have from now until the 24th of May off of work now as I'm having my bathroom fitted. This is the perfect time to get shit kick started. I've been a huge flake on this forum and it's not like me to not do something I set out to do--I refuse to be that person anymore. I will log my food and my exercise, get on here as much as humanly possible and start taking some responsibility for myself.
Hope to catch up with all my old friends soon xo
Hello, folks. It's me, again! Not going to bore you, or me, by repeating my story for the thousandth time on here--Basically, am still a chunky monkey, still swimming 4 times a week (but eating/drinking too much) except this time around, I'm engaged!
The Yank finally popped the question on Valentines Day (I know..Puke..I could have killed him if I wasn't so busy kissing his stupid face off) in Amsterdam and I have lost literally NOTHING since then, despite panicked peeks into Wedding Dress shops and scuttling quickly away in fear. I've kept up with the good habit of swimming a good amount of times a week.
So, why now, you cryyyyy. I've just got back from a 4 day bender in Rome with my Mum and Sister. I drank so much wine, ate nothing but pizza and pasta, walked 30,000 steps a day and have come home a WRECK. I could barely keep up with them both and the heat was unbearable because of my chunk. I refuse to get married like this. I REFUSE! Also, my phone was stolen in a fucking ICE CREAM SHOP. Because I was too busy stuffing my face to notice being pickpocketed. Like, seriously. The shame. So I'm sat here, burnt to fuck because I keep forgetting I'm as pale as the moon and should never be exposed to daylight, feeling like a giant whale because I've not been to the loo in 4 days because I've eaten NOTHING but pizza and drank nothing but wine, with no phone, no food in the house and staring down the barrel of my Wedding, as overweight and as unhappy with myself as I am now.
And so it begins. I have from now until the 24th of May off of work now as I'm having my bathroom fitted. This is the perfect time to get shit kick started. I've been a huge flake on this forum and it's not like me to not do something I set out to do--I refuse to be that person anymore. I will log my food and my exercise, get on here as much as humanly possible and start taking some responsibility for myself.
Hope to catch up with all my old friends soon xo
Isn't Rome wonderful (except for having your phone stolen
xoxo
I just realised your carrot sticks(0) was carrot sticks no points or no calories, rather than no actual carrot sticks