From now my intention is to blog weekly to report on my progress. There are two reasons for this. One – most humble – is that maybe I can inspire other chubby foodies to find a way to kick-start that old metabolism. The other is purely egoistic: I gather that if I go public with my struggles it will motivate me to keep on the straight and narrow. I shall not want to lose face and admit that I haven’t lost BMI points. Let’s see if that works.
Well, I’m here to tell you that after a rather bumpy ride this autumn I was quite pleased to be approaching a BMI of 31. That’s when I got the opportunity to have a long weekend in Milan, a treat I couldn’t resist. I even decided to put all ideas about sensible eating on hold and just indulge, well aware that there would be consequences.
I’m a pasta addict. I love Italian food and there was no way I wouldn’t let myself enjoy four days in this fantastic city.
There were consequences, of course. When I came back my weighing machine told me I was up to 32.8. But, with my wonderful new lifestyle after ten days I’m down to 31.7 and I haven’t even suffered. Much.
My goal is to be down below 30 in January. That will be a challenge, but it’s not inconcievable. My long term goal is to reach BMI 25 before the end of 2018. And stay there. Please cheer me on!