*really big sigh*
OK. I’m back at the point where I want to start trying to lose weight again. And having just eschewed flubbage another cute term for the project isn’t necessarily consistent, but who ever said I was that? Still “L3” is nicely cryptic and terse.
Plus I couldn’t think of anything better.
I’m writing this mainly to register my weight at this new starting point. Which is 304.2lbs. (At least I think so – my scales seem to fluctuate more than they used to – but then maybe I’m nearer the edge of their tolerance)
Anyway I about a stone lighter than I was two and a half years ago when I first tried this. In other words I’m nearly back to what I was. And I feel uncomfortable and I get out of breath easily. So sooner or later I felt I had to re-start the diet/exercise.
So it’s become the new normal, the new default position. At least for what I should be doing. Once I didn’t really think about it and ate what I wanted. Now, even if I do that, I’m doing it as someone who feels I really should be dieting. I’ve become the kind of person I used to feel sorry for – someone either denying themselves or feeling guilty for not denying themselves.
But I feel I don’t have a choice – as I said it’s uncomfortable being this overweight.