28th December 2017, I am rushing around to get ready for work, and dreading getting into my post christmas nurses uniform trousers. As I pull them up, to my absolute horror I can’t do the button up not even close, and as I struggle with it, it pings off across the bedroom floor!
Thats it 😩. Grabbing my phone to search safari for slimming World (one of the weight loss programmes I’m more familiar with from the days when I first had the children to remove those post pregnancy excess pounds). As luck would have it there is a class that very night in the town. Rushing down in the car, not wanting to be late for work, I get weighed. Just weigh me in and sign me up I plea (disgusted with myself) but hopeful knowing if I commit tonight I will definitely return for the first week of the new year.
<< w years eve and with my plan in place, sponsorship, signed up ready to SW, the family are with us to see the new year in. I decide to finish up the remains of gin and any other left over wine in the house. By midnight I have found a bottle of sparkling wine to crack open, don't want that hanging around, finish up the baileys and port. Is it a wonder I had a thick head New Year's Day, but doesn't everyone! And so it begins...my sobrietry and my weight loss regeme. Never have I tried both together at the same time. Slimming clubs allow you to still feel free to drink alcohol, suggesting you count them as your syns or points. Its the alcohol that has got me to this point in the first place. I know I can't do things in moderation. I've been down the road of just drinking at the weekends, just trying to have two glasses from the bottle, buying in those little bottles of wine by the shed load, only to find myself drinking three or four of them a night (just as well have had a large bottle it would have been cheaper my head thinks). No, it's all or nothing if I want to change. Stay sober, lose the weight. And so it begins.... SMSM<< p>< /p>