Puppy Fat

How did I get here?

Literally speaking, I would put it down to an even mix of a deep love for crisps, chocolate and pizza and a deep hatred for anything that involves too much movement. Sprinkle with a lack of motivation and/or years of not caring enough to do anything about it and voila, the finished article looks something a bit like me.

Technically speaking, I could try and blame the masses. In my early teens, when I was bigger than my peers but not necessarily ‘big’, my mum called it puppy fat but I cared far more about my height back then than my width. Thankfully most of them have caught up with me in height or I’d be looking at taking inches off of both axis. Anyway, my puppy fat soon became a roundness that I, ‘carried well’ because of my height and, safe in the knowledge that I was ‘well covered’ rather than fat, I never felt truly bothered by it. Slap six years on to that and my puppy fat has evolved into a new type of whale blubber which I am still carrying bloody brilliantly as a result of the tree trunks protruding below my torso.

Honestly speaking. I have no one but myself to blame. I overeat out of boredom and I eat badly through laziness - I could and should have done something about it long before now. I’m looking forward to finding out how it feels to be slim.

(Patience has never been my strong point – I’ve just weighed myself and three and a half days in to my weight loss mission (the specifics of which I will explain tomorrow) I have lost 3lb. Go me!)