1: the number of books I didn’t take out from the library last week, even though I needed it, because I physically couldn’t bend down and get it from the bottom shelf.
22: the number of hours of sleep I needed on Saturday night.
2: the number of hours I spent going to the loo this morning.
20: the number of minutes it took me to put on my shoes today.
10: the number of minutes I managed to walk today before I started bleeding.
Countless: the number of times I’ve panted today. And the number of times I’ve had palpitations today. And the number of times I’ve felt pain in my joints and my muscles today.
2: the number of medical professionals I spoke to today.
370: the number of pounds I now weigh. That’s 26 stone 6 pounds or 167.9 kgs. The heaviest I’ve ever been. If I halved my weight, I’d still be overweight.
62: the number of inches around my waist. That’s five foot two inches. My waist is as wide as my mother is tall. That’s 157.4 cm.
7: the number of hours since I started my diet – an easier, more sensible one than the last one.
75%: my level of confidence that I won’t fail like I’ve failed every single other time.
100%: my level of resolution. I WILL beat this monster. I promise you. I promise me. I’m going to bugger this monster senseless. I’m going to bugger it till it bleeds. I’m going to bugger this monster all the way to Hell. I’m going to win. And live. And love. And dance. And never, ever again sink to these depths. I AM GOING TO WIN.