Its just a shame it has taken me 55 years to get to the point where I can drop my trousers without wasting time on the buttons. Unfortunately this important life skill hasn’t been called for in living memory
I think that this time I have finally learnt what makes me get fat (eating/drinking to much obvs) and have made changes that will hopefully be sustainable rather than in previous attempts where I’ve lost weight then gone back to my ‘normal’ routine. I can have pizza and whiskey, but maybe once a week instead of 3 times a week. I can pig out once in a while, so long as I ‘rebalance’ before/after.
I’ve learnt to cook healthy meals. I still struggle with portion control but at least now my plate is piled with chicken and veg, as opposed to chips (I haven’t used my deep fat fryer in 3 years). When I start to feel like I am losing it I go back to calorie counted ready meals. I genuinely feel in control for the first time and think I am ready to be released back into the wild (ie no longer ‘consciously’ thinking about it all, as it is now second nature).
Next target: Get me some muscles. Gotta say with all the walking my legs look 'kin gr8. But everything north has gone a bit south if you get my drift. And I’m of an age where my skin hasn’t yet forgiven me for being so stretched for so many years. Wrinkly arms and belly. Is 55 too old to aim for a 6 pack?