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This time I mean it..


Anyone one who has known me for a while will know that at times I can talk big and act small. This is often the case in terms of setting out on a new project- and fitness and weight loss has been a favourite non starter in all of this.

But maybe, just maybe this time I mean it.

The fact is that I am heavier than I have ever been, I can hear my heart pumping away to keep me going (I suspect my BP is sky high), my asthma is getting worse and people just keep feeding me biscuits.

So: here I am, saying it publically. I want to lose something like 3 stone by Easter- thats 42 lbs and a lot of kilos.. I'm a bit too shy to reveal my starting weight.. But there are a couple of people I will be honest with so I can check how its going.

To that end- I am going to meet with a personal trainer 6 times at the gym to get me going- plus more exercise generally.
I am cutting down on food: mainly carbs, but all food. All teh snacks are going out of the house.
And caffeine will eventually go.

This probably sounds a bit daft but I would really value your prayers. This is a big deal for me. I have probably always shied away from publically talking about the whole thing- so maybe this is the breakthrough step.

So I will try to keep you posted.

Comments

Alana said…
Good for you. I've been trying to walk in to town (rather than bus/car). Must fight instinct to hibernate!!

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