Oh my god. I weighed myself today. Not Good. I've gone over a certain stone mark that I never wanted to return to. I'm officially a giant fat blob lady. How could this have happened. I wonder if it's anything to do with inordinate consumption of cake and lack of exercise.
Do you think that might be it?
Right. From today on, I must embark on a sugar embargo. The pool in Bray is now open, though depressingly expensive. Should a community pool offer only a combined pool/gym family membership for €995, when children won't use the gym anyway? Disappointing. Still, the council is on it, according to the Wicklow Times. Perhaps they'll sort it out. Because they' re good at that, aren't they? Oh, no, no they're not.
So as of now I am new, active, non-crap eating Jo. If you see me eating a delicious bun, please dash it out of my hand and grind it into the ground with the toe of your boot.
I don't want to go to WeightWatchers, it's too expensive and tawdry. I do know of people who did their own WW club though - a casual weekly weigh in, and everyone throws a tenner in the pot. Whoever's lost the most gets it. Anyone interested?
