the end was just the beginning
Is it wrong to pretend to do stuff in the name of "being a good mother" when it's actually because you're having a fat crisis? I took the kids to the park on Sunday. I said it was so Sprog 2 could go bike riding. But it was really so I could go jogging. I made it once around the park, turned purple, started wheezing and had to stop. It was... Continue Reading →
It's worse than I thought. Much, much worse. 70.3kg of worseness. I took a deep breath yesterday and stepped on the scales. Then I staggered - horrified but not totally surprised - downstairs to check my BMI on the computer. Being only 164cm tall and weighing 70.3kg (oh how it hurts to say that number), my BMI is 26.1. According to the Better Health Channel website, a... Continue Reading →
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