I lost 1.5lbs this week, which is a mean feat considering my weekend! (see previous post!)

Was feeling so happy with myself this morning but sitting here just now, I’ve just thought ‘yup, 1.5lbs is a good loss but not good enough’. I weigh 17st 8lbs. That’s not a typo. Seventeen stones and eight pounds.

That single fact, my friends, makes me feel sick with myself. I joined Weight Watchers last year weighing 18st 13lb. The heaviest I have ever been in my entire life. It was following at a point in my life when I had a whirlwind of emotional issues and stress and piled on 5 stone in 6 months. So obviously, since then I’ve kept off almost a stone and a half but in an entire year and at this size it is just not enough. 

I’ve decided now that this time, this time it is THE time for me. A few years ago I lost 42lbs to weigh 13 stone which is the lowest weight I’ve ever been in my adult life, and it really suited me. Still bigger than what is conventionally beautiful/slim, but I was in a good place. That’s my proof that it is possible for me to succeed because I have done it before!

My aim for this final weight loss journey to goal (and never going back to being obese!) is to be a size 12. I don’t mind at what weight that comes. If I can achieve that I will be ridiculously happy, and then I will review whether my weight is healthy enough or still a way to go.

Completely do-able, I think, if I stop messing on and just get my head into gear.

Slim me, I’m coming for ya!!!