Day 1. I think the fit people are on to me.

So this will be short and sweet, I'm back to the daily toil tomorrow and I am turning in ealry to compensate for two weeks of breaking good habits and staying in bed till ten every day.

Today was alamost a disaster.

But I turned it around. Yes I did. (I may be listening to James Morrison right now, I'm getting all soulful!)

I started off great. Up relatively early, healthy brekkie (ish, its  the first day after Christmas a completely healthy breakfast would be a shock to the system) some rice cakes for snack time and then an absolutely delicious lunch of spicy stir fried turkey and some sweet potato wedges. Don't worry I'm not going to document my food every single day, there is a point to this. I was doing good. Being resolved. There's definitely strong cravings for choccy after pretty much giving  into every craving after Xmas but I was doing it in moderation but then my boyfriend suggested a relaxed evening in for our last day off and things caught up with me.

We sat down and tucked into "The Good Wife" and two eps in my resolve was waning. I was tired and the thought of making something healthful for supper was just so daunting. I was also failing on the first day  to get some specifically exercise related activity into my day. Feeling a bit silly and sorry for myself I went over for one pancake, just one of course, with nutella because you can't have pancakes without that.

Fast forward to half eight and I'm sitting on the couch having eaten three, yes three pancakes with Nutella.

The old me would have thought "well, fuck it there's day one gone, we'll start again tomorrow".

I wouldn't have logged my failures, I would have left my diary unfinished and sat there pretending I was actively trying to loose weight. By sitting on a couch scoffing Nutella. So that was a bit of a reality check for me.

Failing three of my four resolutions on day one. Same old me. However something in my head slid oh so gracefully into place and I sat up, entered all my nutella, every last gram (because I weighed it as I binged, cause obviously if you know how much you're eating the calories don't exist, right?) and the three pancakes and then I turned to my boyfriend and told him to get his shoes we were going outside.

So at nine o clock at night we hit off down the road and half an hour later (he's a slower walker than me I would have done it in 25 mins, I swear) we'd done 2.5 km which doesn't seem like much but it was a little success for me. I didn't give up completely because I made some bad choices. I didn't hide from said bad choices and pretend they didn't happen. I owned up to every calorie and I got up and moved.

It's a small but important victory for me. I will sleep comfortably tonight knowing that there one day down of 365.

It may not have been a perfect day but it was a success.

One day down, 364 to go.

p.s just to verify, my diary is viewable here. You'll just have to trust I'm honest. In the end of the day I'm only fooling myself by...ahem ahem...omitting.

New Year New Me? Most definitely!

Here we are again.

New Year, New Me. Everyone says it about one thing or the other and most people get to the the 10th of January and give up, but every year a some peoples resolutions stick and I want this year to be my year.

Every year since I can remember my resolution has been too loose weight and every year it doesn't happen I feel like a bit more of a failure. So this year I am resolved (that's what they are for after all right) to make it happen. I am slowly eating away my life. In a few years I'll be in my thirties and I could be looking back saying I won't waste my thirties being six stone overweight now's my time to loose it all. Or I could do it. Really, really do it and hit my thirties and look back and say thank God I didn't waste one more minute of my life being overweight.

I am 24 years old and I will not be 54 years old and still trying to deal with my weight problem.

This is my year. I have gone on too many years already and I am determined to do it.

So my resolution will be shared with the Internet. I will document it every single day. 

The good, the bad and the damn ugly things you can expect to hear from me.

I will blog for 365 days in a row and I will document my journey from fat to healthy.

In 365 days I will revisit my resolutions and see how I've done.

And what are these resolutions you may ask?

Well the usual stuff eh?
1. I will get fit.
2. I will eat healthy 80% of the time. (And make reasonably sensible "bad" choices the other 20% of the time.)
3. I will weigh in once every two weeks for the next year.
4. I will log my food and do it honestly on My Fitness Pal every day.
4. I will keep this resolution.

This is my year, and my journey, my turn to be a success story and I am not starting this tomorrow or the next day I am starting it right this minute. I am going to cook a lovely, healthy, meal in a bit and it will be my celebratory meal. It will be the start of the new me.