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Rather rotund

I love food and beer/wine/whisky/rum. Most things... except rhubarb, celery and gin.
No matter that I am less than five foot tall, my body thinks that I am the size of the average woman and can easily eat the same amount as my six foot tall husband.
Of course that means I can easily get fat. At my worst - in my mid-twenties - I was 11st 4lb, a size 16 and so had to do something about it. I went to Slimming World, lost over two stone and decided I knew all the rules, so left the club.
Of course, I've put weight back on, luckily not so much that I need a new wardrobe, but it's getting close and having knee pain makes for a vicious circle. I'm pain-miserable so I comfort eat, I can't do a lot of exercise because my knee hurts and my doc says losing weight will make my knee pain more bearable.
What's a girl to do? Hopefully, post-surgery, I'll be in much less pain and will be able to get back to hiking up hills with the dogs and I'll be less inclined to comfort binge.
I drafted this post will before Xmas and before I got my impending operation date, where I'd written that I wasn't giving up the booze. During the festivities I was a cake pig and drank quite a lot. I touched on 11st and so guilted myself into partaking in dry January. I thought it would be more difficult than it was; less than a week to go and I've lost five pounds. Last night was the first time we'd eaten out this year and although I had a glass of wine included in the deal,  I had half an alcohol free beer instead. I did have pudding though. :/
Just over two weeks to go until my operation and I'd like to think that I'll get down below 10st. We'll see... I've promised myself not to drink until my knee is fixed.
The point is that alcohol is a big deal to a lot of us,  but it definitely contributes significantly to weight gain and having a clear head isn't such a bad thing either. I'm not going t-total though. I have a bottle of whisky ready as medicine for post-op emergencies. :)

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