#notpregnantjustfat

So after my first few posts, I thought to myself 'I am really getting into the swing of this blogging jazz, I just need to set myself a schedule.' I didn't. I'm a born slacker. Apparently without a deadline set in stone, my brain believes a schedule to mean 'anytime but now.' I'm sure you've all been waiting with bated breath for my latest update, so here it is. I have probably gone on a bit so far about fertility issues, but I've skated around the Fatty McFatterson issue that is staring me in the face every time I look in the mirror. I keep telling myself that Jeremy Kyle types with all sorts of substance abuse issues get pregnant all day long so 'a few pounds' couldn't possibly hurt me, but the reality is that it could be. So it's time to get real and get this fat girl off her fat ass and moving (which is probably what motivated me to sit back down and start writing again...funny that).  Over the years I have found myself suffe...

So today I am still fat and still not pregnant for anyone who was wondering. Although my idea of myself as 'fat' has changed somewhat over the years. Today I have a BMI of 28.4 and am teetering on the edge of officially obese according to the NHS. To get back within my 'safe' weight bracket I have to lose 1.5 stone, to sit in the middle of said bracket I need to lose 3 stone. Despite this health warning, I am more comfortable in my own skin now than then. In years gone by I was fit and healthy and never understood how people let themselves get so out of shape, to be honest I still don't, it has just kind of 'happened' (I blame hitting the dreaded 3-0 and the resulting decline in my metabolism). Despite my previous good fortune with my weight, I never saw it that way at the time and always believed I was fat, not obese or anything, but the word 'fat' has always clung to the back of my mind. Now I just wish I were as fat as the first time I thought I...