Within a couple of years I weighed in at what I felt was a more healthy 91/2 stones which give or take a couple of pounds I managed to maintain for years.
Then of course I became pregnant and it's been many years since I saw 9 stones anything. After Amy, I never got my weight below 10st 2lbs and six years later Thomas left me weighing in at a hefty 11st 4lbs.
Of course, I have many reasons why all this weight gain has been beyond my control and here are but a few:
1. Obviously one of the tablets I take has a weight gain side effect which nobody has told me about.
2. I'm an inverted anoerexic. Truthfully, I look in the mirror and see thin and beautiful.
3.I eat healthily but my portion sizes are probably (obviously) too big.
4. I absolutely hate, hate, hate exercising.
5. I have fairly thin arms and legs and I tend to focus on these positive attributes rather than my big fat tummy. Humpty Dumpty could be my twin.
It's never really bothered me before to be honest. Middle aged spread is natural after all!
But I'm thinking from a health point of view it's probably about time I made a concerted effort to trim down a bit and up the old exercise routine. I have a treadmill and I'm going to have to use it for its purpose rather than ornamental value.
So, I've decided I'm going to do a weekly weigh in, here on my blog. I'll be weighing in every Monday morning so feel free to log in and have a laugh at how weak willed and undisciplined I really am!
I'm going for the gentle approach. If I lose 1lb every week when I come back from Italy, by Christmas I should be 22lbs lighter. That means I should weigh in at 10 stones 5lbs which would be brilliant.
And if it doesn't go quite to plan I can always make weight loss my New Year's Resolution.