Kick Off..

Apologies for not posting since the kick off - I have just returned from a holiday at Moreton Island. Best way to avoid take away? Stick me on a bloody island where I can't get it!

So here's a catch up from mid December to today... 

Before even starting, I spoke to my doctor about prescription medication for me to drop weight. Awesome work, Jemma. Needless to say he basically laughed at me and said there was no chance he was giving me a script for it (and yes, I'm going to take this as a compliment). Back at square one of "hard work". Boo!

Now in the lead up to January 1, I should have been getting things underway, ready for the shock of removing all forms of sugar and fat from my chubby clutches. No. Not my approach at all. Anything that even resembled junk food was consumed. Yet again, awesome work by me. This was not helped by a grocery order being delivered that included pop tarts and oreos. In my defence though I did not demolish all of these - there are some still in the kitchen! I'll bin those later... :( 

So we arrived at New Years Eve and the countdown began... 

I certainly celebrated my last day of freedom, but not with junk food - with a bottle of vodka. Oh God. This resulted in me having a "nap" on the beach at 11pm only to be woken up at the stroke of midnight to watch fireworks. All I wanted was a bloody cheeseburger, but noooooo.. 

So here it was, January 1, or "D-Day" as I like to call it. Naturally, I was not keen for a bevvy however I did have bacon and eggs for breakfast. I justify this by the fact that I did not eat dinner the night before... just my weight in alcohol (and as we all know, that's a LOT). Things travelled on from there in a very sluggish pace, but at least I can say the only junk food consumed between January 1 and January 4 were 8 squares of chocolate, about 10 m&m's and a time out. Drinks-wise there were two ciders and a few cans of soft drink. Ok so not great... but better than before! Exercise was incidental by way of walking FOREVER to the resort and back twice. I was conned into believing it was only a 15 min walk. THIS WAS A LIE. It was about 1,000 degrees and all of the sand was soft... oh, and the walk was about 30 minutes each way. So yes, I am classifying that as a workout! Oh, and why did I do it twice? Second time I had absolutely no choice I promise you! 

So the trip ended with a bunch of flabby 20-something aged guys making reference to me getting bogged in the sand. I'll admit, the comment was somewhat funny but totally pointless when their boobs were on par with mine... ha. Morons. I should have reminded them that it's normal for my chest to cast a shadow on my stomach, not theirs. Ewwww. But, this certainly reinforced why I'm doing this for me. Healthy and happy is the goal, oh and the chance to serve a big, fat piece of humble pie to the haters ;) 

Ciao for now! 

PS: please feel free to pass this blog onto anyone who you think might be interested - if my journey gives at least one person some security and faith that it's possible, I've achieved my goal!