I’ve been debating on whether or not I should write this blog post at all; and especially whether I should publish it. It’s a tough decision for me because it is intensely personal, more personal than anything else I’ve shared here. It’s just that I can’t be the only one who thinks or feels this way and I want to finally come right out and admit the full truth. Something which I have alluded to in past blog posts but never outright said it.
The truth is: I hate being fat.
Vlogging about my recent body composition test.What happened, what were the results and what am I going to do with the information?
What is This Fat Girl made of?
Last week, I did something positively drastic. I mean that in the literal AND metaphoric sense.
Last week, I put myself and my fitness in the capable hands of a personal trainer.
You should know that I’m fat. As if my blog title doesn’t give me away! But honestly, I’m really fat. I mean, I’m not a skinny girl bemoaning a few added pounds here and there; I really am a fat girl.
I’m 5’7” and today I weigh 231lbs (16.5 stone or 104.8kilos). See? I told you I’m fat.