So introductions first. My name’s Rachel, I am 31, engaged to the man of my dreams and i’m obese.
Urgh that sounds awful.
After a lifetime of trying to embrace my ‘curveyness’ and ‘own who I am’ after stepping on the scales at the start of this journey and seeing 17 stone 7 (247 lbs for any stray American’s amongst you) I can’t deny it any longer. If you pop my vital statistics into the dreaded NHS Choices calculator (click here to do it yourself), 31, 5ft 8 and inactive the below appears
I have to admit that I was a bit shocked. At that point I hadn’t stepping on the scales in years. I knew that I had gained weight but it had been steadily so I didn’t really notice it – apart from the fact I was less comfortable in tighter clothes that I used to be.