Ahh thanks Heathly
Yes its hard to know what weight is best for you when you start out, but you have to have a figure in mind to aim for. Im much older than I was the last time I lost a serious amount of weight and that has to be taken into consideration, as well the physical aging changes to your body. I do think even at 55, that my skin will recover to a degree, after all Ive lost 5 and half stone in just 23 weeks, so I cant in all honesty expect my body to behave as if im still a teenager! , or even as it did in my mid 30's when skin wasnt such a consideration then. Its no good me being skinny and hating my body just as much as i did when i was fat lol.
Im kind of tempted to start a new diary now, I want to leave my fat self behind now, its like a psychological thing i think. A new body, a new challenge, a new journey. I think I will do that, it really appeals to me, but not before I hit my target. It has to be something ive earned the right to do, even if it is only 2 lbs away
I hope you are feeling better today, I know how miserable tonsillitis is. I had 2 years of it going down with it every 6 or 8 weeks, and ended up having my tonsills out which sorted the problem out once and for all. Mine was triggered by a dose of scarlet fever which is caused by the same bug apparently, so may have been the reason why i kept on getting it. That was a long time ago though, when my children were small.
Sophie is moving around more, she will follow me into the kitchen now, but much prefers the luxury of staying in my study. She reminds of my grandmother who was a terrible hypochondriac lol. My gran found out that she could get a free wheelchair from the red cross. She didnt NEED a wheelchair, but free was good in her book, and she ended up with 3 of them, all cluttering up her hallway. She lived in South London in a terraced victorian house, which was very long from front to back, about 50ft i would estimate, with kitchen at the back. She had one of her wheelchairs in the kitchen that she would sit in.
I used to take it in turns with my mum and sisters to go up on a Sunday and take her shopping to Safeways, who had electric wheelchairs for disabled people to use. She loved those electric wheelchairs, but was dangerous in them. She didnt care who was behind her or in front of her, she would just charge about in it like a maniac! omg the stories I could tell about those trips to Safeway lol.
Anyway, one Sunday I was up there, had brought her back from shopping and got her into her kitchen wheelchair, which always involved a lot of manhandling to get her comfortable. I had got her her dinner and a cup of tea and was getting ready to leave, but she kept thinking up things for me to do to keep me there. I finally managed to get away, and left the house. I shut the front door behind me and had got to the gate, which was no more than 15 ft from the front door, when she was at the front door calling me back! She must have ran from the kitchen to the front door to get me before I even got through the gate! And that was WITH negotiating the spare wheelchairs in the long narrow hallway. She was a character, omg i coud write a book about her. The bread rolls she made with 20 year old flour is something i will never forget either, she would never throw anything away.