I made the mistake of weighing myself on the scales of a triathlete. One of those scales that work our yur body fat, BMI and all sorts of other things. I am officially overweigh. I have gone up to 9stone. Don't start shouting at me, my thighs really look gross

To make matters worse i tried to shop for a pair of jeans and bravely tried on a pair of shorts. The hjeans were a disaster. They wouldn't encase my ample booty. The shorts... too too big at the waist. I don't know if the manufacturres at that particular shop think the women in Britain have waists the size of beached whales.

Feeling deflated and completely demoralised, i headed home to have a green salad, some stir-fried mushrooms and yellow peppers and finihsed that off with a healthy portion of tiramisu and an apple juice. I think i needed the tiramisu.

I don't think i am overating, i am not eating the chocolate(which i don't like), i have sort of cut down on the booze and i walk a lot. Why the hell am i getting thunderthighs and a big ass?

It really is a big deal to me, i am beginning to loathe what i see, which is unhealthy.

On a positive note though, someone i went to shcool with who is now married with two kids sent me a picture. she had alluded to her weightgain in an email and she does look like a mother. still radiant though. I can't blame it on the kids can i? I dont have any.

I dont have the strength to get into shape but i think i might have to do something drastic...like push ups and whatever else.

I still need a new pair of jeans, i only have one that fits.
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