The Very First Day

And so the WLC begins. I ate quite healthily all day (no trips to the newsagents for me today!) This certainly took some will since I haven't been feeling too good. Probably from all the junk food I ate on Sunday. I have a headache right now but this is down to stress about my upcoming exams!!
I am so glad that by some freak default I have really skinny legs. The temperature today was unbearable so I get to wear a skirt tomorrow without looking like an elephant. Instead I'm an elephant on stilts!!
I'm watching a programme on Channel 4 which is trying to make people feel good about their size and how to dress for your body shape. How do you dress to suit beach ball? Actually this program is quite annoying because all of these women are UK size 8 or 12. I just want to grab them and give them a good shake, some people have it hard y'know!!!
Classic Tabitha Rant there!!

A little bit about me:

So here it is. All about me because I know you have been dying to here about me!
Okay so here's the jist. I'm 17 (don't give me crap about not being 18 because let's face it, no 17 year old should be 231 pounds)
I live in the UK in Berkshire. I go to sixth form and I am sitting my first A-level in six days (no I am not prepared!!!)
I have been 'rather large' since the age of eight, so here is the life story:

I was seven pounds when I was born. A skinny little thing. Completely healthy apart from my knees in which I have genus valgum. Basically they faced outwards and my legs make a k-shape (commonly referred to as k-legs) I think in America they do an operation to sort that out.
Anyway, my knees don't prohibit any sporting activity so I am certainly not going to try and use them as an excuse!
I was the skinniest little toddler, my mum got the smallest diapers but they always slipped right off me. The back door was always open since we lived in a pretty safe area and the garden was enclosed. My younger sister (13 months my junior) and I were always in the garden running around and playing. Basically I had an active childhood.
When I was four my Dad got a job in Bermuda so we all moved out there. It was exciting, an adventure, I will always remember the 10 years that we lived there as happy times. Unforetunately Bermuda is really quite hot and people (especially kids) shouldn't go out between the hours of 11 and 3. That's four hours of the day that active kids like myself can't go out! Even when you do get to go out it is just so hot! Fresh food is hard to come by and spoils pretty quick so a lot of the stuff me and my sister ate was pre-prepared. It was yummy so we weren't complaining but the extra calories weren't burned off due to the heat. Trust me, my sister and I would get out as much as possible but one episode of heat stroke was enough for me. After that light sunburn was a warning and I became a bit of a TV addict.
When I was 10 I moved to a boarding school in the UK since my Dad wasn't sure if his job was going to move around some more. The boarding school wasn't completely strict but it did follow a traditional english style. I absolutely adored it, but habits I had developed meant that physical execise was too strenous for me. By this point I was carrying around a bit more than puppy fat. By the age of 13 it was time to move boarding schools and things got even less strict.
My parents separated and my Dad went to St. Lucia. By 13 I was aware that I was bigger than the other girls and some petty remarks had me pretty self-concious about my weight. I decicded one hot St. Lucian summer to try and drop the weight. I slapped on the sunblock and swam lengths until I nearly passed out, took a rest and started again. I drank only water and watched what I ate. Soon enough my jeans didn't fit and I began to see improved muscle-tone. One day I forgot the sunblock and was so burned that it was painful to move let alone put on a swimsuit. I abandoned swimming for a few days and soon enough developed a computer game habit which meant abandoned weight loss too.
My weight gain naturally continued as I got older, and I abandoned all hope of weight loss. I started getting pocket money and spent it on sweets or fatty junk food meals.
This continued with occasional periods of 'I will defintely lose weight, starting tomorrow....and tomorrow...and tomorrow' until it never happenned.
My dad moved back to the UK with his new girlfriend J. This meant I could attend a local school an live at home. And here I am today. My summer ball is just around the corner. The girls school I attend is joining up with the boys school. It will be a great evening, providing I fit into my dress of course!

And so another diet begins. But instead I am going to call it my 'weight loss commitment' or wlc. And, like a burden over my head, I will suffer through hunger pangs and weary legs from the extra exercise. But you know what? It is totally worth it! In one and a half years I will be attending university and God knows I need to look SEXY-LEXY for that first day.

Wish me luck!

It all starts tomorrow...

The problem with diets is that they always start tomorrow.
Hopefully this public blog should solve this niggly problem!

So here is the plan world:

My summer dance is on the 23rd of July 2008. I went into a store today and bought the biggest dress they had and it didn't fit (size 20 UK, that's pretty bad folks!)
Depressed and anxious I resolve to lose weight so that this othwerwise perfect dress will fit. Beginning tomorrow I cut out the junk and begin excercising!
Ladies and Gentlemen you are witnessing the birth of a new healthier me!

I'll let you know how that goes!!