I am staggered, gob-smacked and completely overwhelmed by how much I weigh. It almost feels insurmountable. Part of me just wants to curl up in a ball, on the lounge, with the remote and a bar of chocolate. Thank goodness it's only the third, smaller roll of fat around my middle wanting to do it. The rest of me - bingo wings and all - are ready for the challenge, the highs, the lows and the constant vigilance that is me and food.
Day 1.
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