I went to the Doctor..........

And it went like this:

She: what can i do for you today?
Me: well, i want to lose weight.
She: me too

Anyways, we had a bit of a chat about stuff and PORTION CONTROL and THROWING OUT LEFTOVERS - these are the things I have problems with... And I'm going back at the end of the month for a weigh and measure.

My stats at today:

Weight: Somewhere around 96 kgs but I didn't look too hard  :-/

BMI: 38

Waist: 106 cms - that's about a foot to lose to get down to 80cms.

Height: 159cms.

I said I wanted to lost 10 kgs by Christmas. I really really would love that to happen but I've worked that out to be about a kilo a week, dunno if that's sustainable but to have lost 5-8 would be wonderful.

So with my new injection of resolve I'm determined to shift this once and for all.


WARNING, WARNING, WARNING.......TMI!!!!!!

See, here's the thing. It's becoming very uncomfortable to be mobile at this weight with my bung shoulders. For instance, I cannot use tampons as I cannot reach far enough. Also, basic hygiene is becoming a bit of a problem too in the nether regions. I can still just reach by flinging my left arm up and leaning to the right but, come on, who wants to live their life this way? Not me, that's for sure. It's ridiculous really. I'm sure there are ppl out there who are much larger than me who battle with this sort of stuff every day and I sympathise. Bending over, squatting down, tying shoe laces, cutting toe nails, no thanks. I'd prefer to breathe.

So here's to a new sleeker Moosecat.

Well, it's Monday and I've either got a cold or hay fever. Considering it's that windy time of the year here, I'm thinking hay fever. Anyways, it sucks.

I do often wonder if I'll ever get back to within cooee of my sexy weight. I mean, even though I know I'm about 35 kgs overweight, I'm kind of comfy here,  you know? I wonder if I really really want to work hard enough to lose this, or the alternative which is to either 1. stay around this weight, or 2. get fatter. I was thinking a while ago that if I did get fatter I'd be eligible for a lap band. Now, I didn't think I'd ever think that was an alternative for me. Not saying anything is wrong with them, as I know it's as much hard work to lose weight with one as without....but the thought did cross my mind.

I guess in a way I AM sick of being this weight. I just want the Weight Loss Fairy to visit me overnight and wave her magic wand. Am I inherently lazy? I don't think so, I just can't see any reward in putting in the hard yakka. Will losing the 35-ish kilos make me a better person? Possibly. Will I like myself more? Not likely, as I pretty much like myself just now, well, the "inside" me, not the "outside" one so much. Will it make my gorgeous OH love me more? Well, probably quite a lot in the physical sense, but I dunno about the restI guess he does want to be proud of me. Damn it, I want him to be as proud to be with me as I am to be with him.

Anyways, Zumba tonight. A good excuse to dance like a complete idiot and have fun at the same time. It's about as much fun as you can have standing up. lol.

98 Days to 2011

I wanted to start this blog at 100 days to 2011 but time got away from me, as it tends to do.

So, it's 98 days to 2011 and let's see what I can achieve in this time.

One major thing is that we will have our yacht sailing by Christmas. Getting closer every day.

Another majorish thing is that I will be quite a bit smaller by then too. 35 kgs to shed. Could I lose 15 by then? That'd be fab!

I'm newish to this blogger lark so bear with me, folks!