Summer To Do

Well I guess it's officially my summer holiday's and I've decided to make a wee list of things to do before I go to uni.

Obviously the top of the list is keeping in line with myother blogs - losing some weight. So here it goes.

1. Lose 2 stone before I head to uni (keep this going while at uni)

2. Pass my driving test 

3. Get a job

4. Use money from afore mentioned job to buy new jeans

At the minute that's all I've got, I may add more if I can think of anything worth going on the list. 

Til then cherry bye!

So, this is a sort of follow up report to my recent blog about my new outlook on life. Unfortunately, it's not going so well. The dieting part is swell, the exercising part isn't too hot. I have generally lacked the motivation to get off my arse and go do some exercise, this plus the fact that the other than walking it is usually very costly to go and do some exercise.

I thoroughly believe that if I had a partner the exercise would be easier to actually do. Finding said company however, is a different story. The boyfriend is always far too busy with his little world to even consider going for a nice walk and has developed a lovely habit of ignoring my texts (this I fear is a separate problem altogether). My friends also have an uncanny ability to be unavailable every single time you would like to speak to them or even contemplate partaking in some sort of activity. 

I know that if I'm truly determined to lose the weight and eventually get all skinny and sexy then I'll be able to do it by myself. I just wish that there was a bit of support from someone who isn't on the other side of the world. 

May as well try

So, I think I've found something to blog about, me being a fat shite.

I saw some ad on TV for health check test's that you could try on channel4.com so I went and gave them a go and it turns out I'm a fat mess. This coupled with the severe depressed feelings I've had recently about myself have encouraged me to FINALLY try and loose some weight. I've tried before but it's all been a bit half arsed. I never really minded being a big girl. But now that I've had a boyfriend for a year, have started going out more (started going out with more girls) I'm feeling a bit paranoid and uncomfortable. I also think the fact that I've seen Thomas loose that shitload of weight and move to Oz and find a girlfriend and be fricking happy for the past few years has made me feel a wee teeny bit jealous. If he can do it, why can't I? Also, I don't want to be a fat mess when I piss off to uni and find out three months later that Alex has met some stick thin English girl and would rather have her and her giant boobs than me. 

I really think the only way to do this is to eat less shite and move a hell of a lot more. I also think that to try and keep some sort of record of all this so I know how well, or how poorly I'm doing I need to tell everyone some facts about me. At the minute I'm a size 16-20, I know you'll say clothes don't come in that size, but it depends what I'm looking for. And for me, 16-20 is awful. I don't want to be that size anymore. My BMI is 48, which according to the channel 4 website makes me morbidly obese for my height. Reading something that described me as morbid definitely did not make me feel good. However, according to the NHS website, my BMI is only 34.5 which makes me only slightly obese. I do have a feeling that the channel 4 website is slightly wrong as it went on to tell me that my body fat result was only 28 and this was perfect for someone of my height and weight. Anyhoo, this is the start of it all. I'm going to walk into town tomorrow and get myself weighed properly, I'll then weigh myself regularly and hopefully, will be able to write that I've lost some weight each week. 

Uuhh, it's been almost a month since I posted. I'm not sure if this matters as I'm 100% sure than no one reads this blog at all. I don't mind though, just gives me something to do.

I can't really think of anything worth talking about in this blog as nothing really spectacular has happened in the past month. pretty much everything that has happened had been a negative for me, which is why I probably won't be talking about them. Think about it, who wants to read a blog filled with depression anecdotes? NO ONE!

I can think of one good thing I could talk about. The fact the Thomas has pissed off to Oz. Which, although incredibly sad and more sad, means that I have somewhere to kip if I ever decide to visit the kangaroo's and koala's (which are not bears)! So, he's gone to Oz and in a few months I'll be pissing off to London for uni leaving my mother at home with my sister and three dogs. God help that woman. 

When I find something interesting to blog about I might come back