Five years ago I embarrassingly rolled up my trouser leg to reveal my very hairy leg for a photo. Little did I know at the time, this was going to be the end of my jogging for a while. I had put my ever shortening jogging breath down to my ever increasing pregnant belly, and wasn't expecting the prognosis I received two weeks later. The nuisance 'blood blister' diagnosed by my GP just a few weeks earlier had turned into a malignant melanoma.
They say inside every fat woman there's a thin woman wanting to get out, well, acquiring an additional eight stone since, I've calculated I've got Posh Spice plus two toddlers inside me.
And it's not like I haven't tried to lose the weight. I attempted jogging again but didn't lose weight - chocolate consumption ratio saw to that - I've been to weight watchers, got those 'oops' tablets from the doctor, got additional 'swell-inside-your-belly' tablets, and also even at eighteen stone the doctor told me I wasn't heavy enough for gastric band surgery!
More recently I went for hypnotherapy (virtual gastric band) but tried hard not to giggle at the 'you are feeling sleepy' part.
So here I am five years on desperately needing to lose the weight.
It doesn't help that I'm currently trying out the sedentary role of writing, or re-writing for that matter while attempting to be a full-time mum. I wrote a novel a couple of years ago, and sent it out to three agents. Two rejected it outright, and the third wrote back with a lovely rejection letter and excellent advice. And I'm determined to get this book finished as soon as possible.
So now I have an optimistic plan. I'm going to try the jogging again (my friend misheard me and thought I said 'dogging') the doctor has told me I'm not about to keel over with a heart attack, and we have a local Jog Scotland group starting up, and I want to have a photo of myself to be proud of on the inside cover of my book when (fingers crossed) it gets published.
So, does anyone want to join me for the ride?
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