The time has come for me to say enough is enough... again!  My weight is spiralling out of control and I'm not really helping myself at all.  The last few weeks I have been trying to get my routine down: eat three times a day with no grazing in-between.  This I think I have done and I'm there with the routine, however I can't do the healthy eating part without guidelines.  I need to have some constrictions when it comes to food and drink.

Alcohol is the biggest thing, all those empty calories just puts more fat on my body and makes me feel shitty.  Plus when I drink all my discipline vanishes and I'm my own worst enemy, no crisp is safe!

You know I figured out today that I've been drinking and living the unhealthy lifestyle for 10 years now.  10 years is a long time and I've done all the things I want to do where alcohol is concerned.  I've been the person who's been passed out drunk in the street, I've been the person at the party playing drinking games, I've been the person to drink the disgusting concoction of booze for a dare, I've been the person who can polish off more tequila shots than what should be possible, I've been the person to drink a bottle of wine a night, I've been the person to drink non-stop round the clock all weekend, I've been the person to try all the cocktails on TGI Friday's drinks menu, I've been the person to drink my way out of a hangover, I've been the person to do beer bong, I've been the person to drink Cherry Brandy just because that's all there was, I've been the person to sneak booze into places I really shouldn't, I've been the person to snort Vodka, I've been the person to neck multiple bottles of Stella Artois (the little ones from France).

Put all that together with drunken rages, embarrassing dances, kissing the wrong boys, kissing the right boys, midnight texts, falling out of clubs, stuffing 1lb burgers in my gob, puking in the toilet, puking everywhere but the toilet, missing college the next day, missing work the next day, showing too much flesh, saying things I shouldn't, smoking too many cigarettes, smoking too many funny fags, playing knock down ginger (past the age of 20), having a collection of traffic cones in my bedroom, and pretending to be asleep so I can carry on the party after a 'certain someone' is in bed.

All these things have happened, some a long time ago, some recently, some often!  Right now I'm thinking that to be healthy and happy is more important than carrying on with this lifestyle.  I've calmed down a lot over the last 2 years but I'm still letting myself down and not sticking to the goals I set. 

It sounds like I'm giving myself a hard time, but I'm really not.  My weight has gone up by 21lbs this year, it was at a 14lb gain but in the last 4 weeks I've managed to increase that by a further 7lbs!   Enough is enough and I need to stop now before Fraser has to wheel me out of the house.  Mum mentioned something about an under active thyroid, but having checked out the symptoms it's definitely not that, I've just not been being good!

So it's me and Arthur Agatston working together, in other words the South Beach Diet.  I've done really well on this before and the diet works (when you stick to it).  I've got to get the weight down for my health and with family history being what it is I'm doing myself no favours.  I've also got the bike and the MoS Dance DVD which I need to start doing, so come on girl, pull yourself together and do it!  I've taken before snaps with the camera and in about 6 months when I'm feeling like I've achieved my goal I will take after shots and post both on here.