Welcome to Tittle Fattle. Your number one source for...well...moaning, eating, not eating, trials and tribulations of a weight loss journey (how very 'gossip girl!'). This is all the Tittle Tattle necessary for anyone going through a weight loss journey, or thinking about beginning one, hence the Tittle Fattle title.
My body weight is up and down so much, it's like that of a fiddlers elbow. I started Weight Watchers in 2013 to get ready for my wedding which was in 2014, but really I started far too early. I managed to lose two stone, which was really great for me at the time, with my starting weight of 14st 9lbs. I was a little heavier than that, but managed to lose a bit beforehand as I was due to do a Skydive, and my weight was a barrier to whether I would actually be able to take part or not. I know, mortifying. I ended up just by the skin of my teeth being able to do it, (UH-MAZING BTW) but still ended up on a tandem with the biggest guy there that could support my weight. I should add I am now reaching the grand age of 25, so was 23 at the time. No matter how hard you try and cover it up, it still twists the knife in your gut knowing the numerical value on the scales can stop you from doing things in life that you just might really want to do!
Soon after I lost the weight I started to feel good in my own skin, getting to about 12st 6lbs, which is when I bought my wedding dress. I was so proud of myself and my dress fitted like a glove! However as the confidence crept in, the weight crept up and I slowly but surely put it all back on, unable to fit into my beautiful dress!
Apologies for the life story, but I figured if we get the necessities over, you know a bit about me and you might be able to relate to something of the rabble I put here!
So our wedding was in April, and having just had Christmas everything just added up and I was back at square one and then some. I ended up from January to April pretty much drinking smoothies, juices and eating chicken salad every day. As grim as it was, it was a quick fix and boy, did it work! I got back into my dress in four months and the job was a good'un.
The honeymoon passed, and so did other events and trips and there we have it, piled back on, plus another one and a half stone, taking me up to 16st 1 1.2lbs. We were in Athens when I figured it was the last straw! I could hardly walk, going up to see the Parthenon was one of the most gruelling tasks I'd ever done. Blood, sweat and tears! Maybe not quite so dramatic but it felt like it at the time.
We ventured home and it was here I joined Slimming world! I attended the meetings each week and lost 2 stone in 8 weeks. I lose it just as quick as I put it on, my metabolism is shattered.
I really enjoyed doing it, but Hubby and I just love to eat out. It is one of our favourite things to do and I began to miss it. Daft isn't it? I just wanted to taste everything bad, and binge and eat and slob in front of the TV with snacks galore. So thats what I did.
This brings me to where I am now. Back at square one 16 and a half stone if not more. I daren't look at the scales. The eating has been uncontrollable and I can't say I haven't enjoyed it, because I have. What I don't enjoy however, is buying size 20 clothes that are coming up tight, having two tops to my name that fit, being only comfortable in an elasticated waist and generally resembling that of a Weeble.
Everywhere hurts, aches and pains. I can't walk 5 minutes without my back seizing up, I know it's cliche but going up the stairs takes me a good few minutes to recover, physical activity is just a no no. It's becoming a huge effort to even do half an hour of housework and then I'm too tired to carry on. I wake up tired. Sounding familiar? We need to do something about it.
I'm going back to Slimming World tonight. I just know it works for me, this isn't sponsored or anything, it just really does seem to come off with their plan, it's keeping it off thats the issue. So I thought starting this blog will help keep me on track, and I can check back to see how I'm feeling. This may help someone in the same old boat as me, but if it doesn't then if you're reading this at least it's passing some time in your day!
I'm joining a different group now, the embarrassment of me not turning up to the other one was too much to handle, I'm an anxiety sufferer and if you are too you will catch my drift! I just want a new start somewhere else, and it is going to take all of my might to go tonight, but I know once I have passed that barrier I shall be good to go. I want to see the back of the days that I can't squeeze between tables at a restaurant without my fat arse sliding on another customers dinner! If you are trying to pluck up the courage to go, just think what's the worst that can happen? You won't be the smallest and I bet you won't be the biggest. We can do this, and do it together! I'll report back tomorrow with how I got on...
Love,
TF x
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