This woman is losing it!

I'm sick, tired, and fed up of the spare tyres, the aching back and the fitting room rage. So....THIS IS IT! (apologies, Michael Jackson). Let the weight loss commence.

This morning after a year's absence, I hopped onto the scales. After cleaning my glasses to make sure I was seeing the numbers clearly, shaking the scales vigorously and double checking the batteries (just in case) I have to accept that I AM 15st 13lb.

As I jumped off, I'm sure I even heard them laugh at me.

Well I'm not laughing. I'm 40 and I've spent a decade talking with my (also tubby) best friend about how great it will be 'when we lose weight'. Since then, we've probably both fit every size ranging from a 12 to a 20, experiencing the joy of the slim times and passing each other the cake in commiseration during the tubby times.

Well, THIS IS IT. Yes, really. This blog is my journey. First target? 1 stone in 6 weeks.

I am slimma, hear me ROAR!