So. how did I get so fat?

Current weight : 14st 9.5lbs

Fat : 46%

Lost : nothing, nada, big fat zero (no pun intended). Anyone else bored with this figure (pun intended that time lol)











So it's not like I eat very much, and I'm careful around fattening foods but I do have a slow metabolism, and unfortuately I inherited the fat gene from my parents, oh and yes, I have heavy bones.

Uh-uh bollocks! Absolute shite. I eat far too much, I love 'fattening' foods, and don't exercise as much as I should. Is there even such a phenomina as 'slow metabolism'. To get a bit sciency my metabolism will be faster than ever as I'm carrying 5 stone extra on my back - think medium sized child. No one in my family are fat. Not just thinking about my parents or siblings, but grandparents, children, aunts and uncles. No One! I have a lovely cousin who can probably empathise with what I'm going through, though he has recently lost weight through a boot camp and looks amazing. He's even running the Great North Run next month. I'm trying to catch him up (no silly, not in the GNR race! With his great weight loss.)

So as you can see from the lovely pictures I was a normal size kid. That's me with the short skirt and long legs aged about 6. I think I went on a sponsored diet aged about 21, and if my memory serves me right I weighed 10st 2lbs! God how I wish I weighed that now (sorry, bare with me, just crying into my keyboard). I lost half a stone and raised lots of money for the local hospital - yay go me!

The next picture (wow!) I'm aged 23 and it's just a few months before I fell pregnant with my first child....

So, pregnancy! I felt sick, especially when I was hungry...so I ate....and ate. This was great, I could eat as much as I wanted and not get fat because obviously I was growing bigger, I was pregnant d'oh! But what nobody told me was as my bump got bigger so did my bum, and my thighs, and my arms, and my face...

So off we went to have my beautiful baby girl (on Christmas day!) and I had my pre pregnancy jeans ready to wear when I was discharged. My belly was a cross between bread dough and jelly so I was a little concerned that maybe they may not fasten....(Now if any mothers out there reading this can't guess what happens next quite frankly you can piss off and stop reading now, everyone else keep going cos you know what's coming). So getting my jeans fastened was no problem at all, because I couldn't get them past my knees to even try!

Come back next week to read about the next 20 years!

What have I learnt this week? Well, away on my spa break getting pummelled, scrubbed, massaged, moisturised to within an inch of my life I decided my body definitely deserved all this pampering, it serves me well, I can breathe, and think, and run (yeah yeah walk....fast). But my very next thought was that I was totally abusing this great working body, feeding it food it doesn't need and not keeping it fit and in top condition! A hanging offence.

Sometimes I pretend to me normal, but it gets boring so I go back to being me.