So, what took me there? Three things over the course of a few weeks: my boyfriend commenting on my weight because he's worried I'll get diabetes, or keel over with a heart attack or something (the irony of this coming from a 40-a-day smoker is not lost on me); a moneysavingexpert email outlining how you can combine 3 codes/offers and end up £4 in profit if you sign up for 3 months and; standing on a set of scales. I was housesitting, saw scales and wondered - I've put on 7 kilos, or just over a stone, since I wrote this blog. I know this because of the adorable kiwi habit of weighing you everytime you want to do something fun.
Put it this way - I am currently too fat to skydive.
Now, I'm 35 years old and have never dieted. This makes me pretty rare amongst british women, I suspect. I like to eat, I don't really like to exercise, I'm not that bothered about how I look. But Himself is right - it isn't healthy to be my current size. Besides, if I put on any more weight I'll go up a dress size, and I have better things to spend my money on than new clothes.
Hence, Weightwatchers. What do I have to lose? (insert your own joke here)
Apart from your credit card number, they don't ask much. Name, weight, height. And then a target weight - they suggest 5% of your current weight initially. That makes a lot of sense - achievable, but enough to see a difference. And then it runs whatever sums it is they run and tell you what you can eat
Woohoo! I can eat 36 propoints a day and 49 extra a week! what the hell that means, I'm not sure. But it seems quite a lot.
Maybe this is do-able?
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