i remember seeing pictures of myself after a christening @ 20st and thinking urrrgggggg!!

after that me and a mate joined the gym, she dropped out - i carried on..... then summer came and i was in my element cycling for hours seeing parts of wales ive never seen...

back in the gym now winters here - i aint EVER goingback.....

seeing the newyear starters in our gym fills me with even more motivation - i like to think chatting to them about where i was also helps them tooo..

i want to do every route up snowdon this year, should be good - anyone else want to join me?

it doesnt have to be a bike dude, a good ol trek would be a grand day, maybe when the weather is warmer.

camp at ground zero, do the trekkin, back to camp.. beers and BBQ OHHHH YEAHHH

Goals and objectives!

when we finally bought a scale for our new house after living there for essentially a year and i'm heavier than i've ever been in my life.

Crippling back pain and a stern talking to by my doctor. That's what kick started things. I started going to physio for the back pain, and from physio to the gym...when I can get to the gym I love it. Always have enjoyed the gym.

Mine was getting fitted for a suit for my best friends wedding, I got really embarrassed when the guy fitting me for the suit had to leave twice to find a "bigger size" not kept with the normal suit sizes. My friends were questioning why he left the room and it was really embarrassing to have to tell them they needed bigger sizes for me.

On a plus note I had to go back two weeks before the wedding and I ended up dropping 8inches round my waist and chest, turns out I ended up with a smaller size suit than two of the three guys on the wedding party.

My wake-up call came when I saw my wedding photos and my sporran had dropped under my bulging, blobby belly. It was bad enough I had to get a 9yrd kilt made because I was so big, but instead of looking sharp and sexy in it, I just looked FAT



But it took a stern talking to from one of my best friends that actually spurned me on to actually start counting calories and lose weight. I promised to give up chocolate & biscuits for 8 weeks and not only did I do that, but I dropped a stone and half in that time and caught the exercise bug.

Ironically, my kilt is now way too big for me and I'll have to have it adjusted as I've already lost 7½" from around my belly. :happy:

my size creeping up and my mum, who started bigger than me and who is now 20lb lighter =( x

I've been there with the bad photos but it never really made much difference. It just feels like the right time this time as I'm getting to the age where it may begin to affect my health. That's happened with a friend, I guess that has been a wake up call. Also I've sorted out a lot of other things in my life (some with a great deal of difficulty) and been really happy as a result. Now I think, well just this last big (ha!) thing to do.

A pic of me at our work's Xmas party. Uggghhh! I looked pregnant!

We were in Ireland on the last day of our holiday on October 22nd ... going for a gentle walk by a remote lake (on a waymarked trail) I slipped and fell. I knew immediately that I had done something major to my leg - no pain once I had fallen, but the ankle was completely floppy, and there was no way I could walk, let alone stand. Luckily I had my mobile, and got a signal. About 50 mins later the paramedics got to me - we were at least 300 yds from the nearest forest road, over a narrow, slippy path. They looked at me, and the way they had come, and had to call for back-up. It eventually took 6 strong men to carry me on the stretcher to the forest vehicle, which then took me to the ambulance! I was so ashamed. In Limerick A & E, they found I had fractured my leg, as well as damaging the ankle. A few hours later, by then in the wee small hours, with a half-cast on, crutches, and a letter to our GP to take back to UK the next day, we got back to the house we were staying in - and I could not get up the steps - I was too heavy to lift myself on the crutches, so I had to crawl in - and then, eventually, find some way of lifting myself up to a chair! Same when we finally got home - even a step of a couple of inches was impossible - I could not hop over and moving around was a huge effort.

So from that day, instead of eating several biscuits at a time, demolishing half a big bag of crisps, and having at least 2 chocolate bars, I now have hardly any... I can have one Heroes choc, without finishing the whole box, one biscuit only, and then usually just when friends come, and hardly ever have had crisps.

5 weeks ago, when the cast came off, I was down 14 lbs, and most of the time I had been sedentary! But over Christmas 3 lbs crept back up, and I knew if the next 50 was going to come off I would need help - and found this great site when we got home.

It was only our second visit to Ireland - our first was over 40 years ago on our honeymoon, when I developed a high fever, and didn't really take anything in of that beautiful country. When we got home, feeling a bit better, my temperature was 103, and I found I had nearly damaged my kidneys, so my husband says we're never going back there!

Holiday photos were my wake-up call.. I thought I looked ok in the mirror, ha ha, but I suppose the camera doesn't lie - I really was the fat bloke on holiday

I wrote a blog about why I want to change my weight and my lifestyle

http://www.myfitnesspal.com/blog/xxkellywxx/view/my-reasons-to-change-198189

It's to long to write here so here's the link, hope you all have had a wonderful day! xxx

The Dr telling me my cholesterol was high and giving me the healthy eating plan..........although I was eating healthily I was eating for a small village in Sussex, I was just kidding myself that I was still fit but being told you have until April to try and sort out your cholesterol level by yourself or it will be pills for ever. I may still need to take the pills but at least now I have done all I can to make myself healthy. Still miss Chinese food though my Friday night treat.....