Forgive me Weight Watchers for I have sinned, it's been one hundred thousand malteesers since my last confession.
I don't really know where to start Father Atkins, in this slimming world I seem to be defying the laws of physics and small, circular, sugary delights have started to orbit me, so large now is my circumfrance.
My first confession must be that I did not see through my diet, and infact invented a new kind of diet where is is okay to put on an extra 2 stones in weight. Your last punishment of 4 jam roly polies and a chocolate treat may have been the start of that slippery slope.
My second confession is this, and only dukan understand me, I have lost the will, the way, but not the weight.
For my self esteem, my happiness, and most of all my children please don't send me to coventry, send me to cambridge, diet there for evermore. Amenage of puddings.
Day minus what feels like foreever.
Hello happy me, I still remember the heat rising through my body, the euphoria of slipping on a pair of size 16 trousers and the zipper sliding up with ease. I smilled broadly and proudly at myself in the changing room mirror, how apt - a changing room. I congratulated myself, through teary eyes, as I span around in circles admiring myself from every angle. I'd lost over 2 stone but I would never really know, until much later, what i'd sacrificed to do it.
Today
Not the start of anything, not the end of anything, just the confessions of a fat lass.
