As far as I'm concerned thats small! So why do you need to diet? I'm probably a 16 on the top and 14 on the bottom. I don't think I look fat. But I'd prefer to be thinner. I will post a picture tomorrow (perhaps).
I weighed myself yesterday. I'm at least 5kg over
my maximum ideal weight and 10kg over the weight I was my happiest at.
Why is it that men don't have these problems!
That reminds me of my husband's recorded weight last time I tried... We has bmi analysis scales in the UK. I was trying to get him to watch his weight and write down the results weekly. Monday morning, I did mine, recording them on a scrap of paper and leaving it in the bathroom for him to complete.
"Weight = they lied again" was the result... I gave up after that. I came across this photo of it yesterday which is what reminded!
Cycling kept me fit and I was not able to replace this (following the accident) since it came directly on the heels of becoming a full time carer! Overeating and lack of exercise is a no brainer!
Similar story here. Used to care for my parents helping out with everything after my stepfather (temporarily) ended up in a wheelchair. I would cycle the 21 miles each way 3 or 4 times a week to do what was needed, supporting them. Did it for nearly two years. Then on a day off, I answered the phone to you hubby, finished talking to him whilst walking upstairs. Put the phone down and turned to walk away and my back went. Overnight I was left paralysed in my right leg. No feeling, no use and horrendous pain in my back. The nhs screwed up the diagnosis and I was never admitted into hospital. I was bedbound for 16 months, longer because I couldn't negotiate the spiral staircase in our home and only the one toilet upstairs.. I ate out of boredom, depression and simply because I had gone from cycling 1,000 miles a month (I would cycle at the weekends with my husband and some adhoc rides with a friend) to absolutely no exercise whatsoever.
I loved cycling so much...the freedom it gave me over 40 years. I live in the outerskirts of London, not too congested and greatly enjoyed cycling down the back streets (avoiding the traffic and air pollution). The joy of going precisely where you wanted (not to the nearest bus stop, as I do now) and stopping off along the way, wherever I chose. (Sighs) I now look at cyclists wistfully..... I even wrote a poem (to attain closure) and still often dream I have a bike and am cycling somewhere
I have cycled again, but I need a recumbent trike to ride alone. Hoping that I'll get out in the next few weeks here in Australia.
It has been nearly 34 years ago but I still remember going in a gents restroom. It was on a military base that did not train women hence no ladies restroom
I used to work on one that had no female shower block. When I worked out with a squaddie I would the need him and another to stand at each of the doors into the shower room, the only,male toilet on the ground floor, whilst I showered!
