What an awful day! To cut a very long story short, an old lady who lives a few doors down from me took an awfully hard tumble outside my house this morning.
I was loading Terry Treadmill onto the back of a pickup truck – more about this later – and I spotted her walking towards me, and the next thing I knew, she was falling. I ran over and made her stay put for a second or two to get her bearings, at which point blood started pouring out of her brow and chin….I was covered in it and so was she.
My Dad was with me, so he called 999 whilst I steadily walked her down the road to her house and got her settled there. I made sure that she was okay – and she was a feisty lady! – she stripped her coat off (beige and blood is not a good combo!) and I practically had to force her to stay put. She kept apologising, and I kept telling her not to worry, all the while my Dad is on the phone explaining what had happened to the 999 chap.
I then asked for her sons number – I have seen her regularly with a chap who looks son-aged – only to find that she has no family and that he is from a charity and takes her shopping weekly…which is where I have seen them together.
Of course at this point, I felt awful. How could this lady have lived three doors down from me, without me having a clue that she has no family? We chatted whilst my Dad was on the phone…I wanted to keep her talking and keep her mind occupied…and she was telling about this chap, and that since her husband died, he had been helping her. My heart was breaking for her…especially when my Dad asked what she was doing at Christmas…”Staying here on my own” was her response…well not any more…she is now coming to my Mums with me and Mr WLB for the day!
This is where my language will become appalling, so please skip this paragraph if you are easily offended. We then found out that some neighbours that had moved out last year – loony trouble making teenagers – had committed identity fraud and as she had trusted them, they had managed to get hold of all of her details and ripped her off. Apparently – according to the conversation the chap had with my Dad – it went to court, yet she is still having to pay it all off. Fucking cunts! There, I said it, and I warned you! That is the only phrase suitable for thieving, cheating scum. Even Mr WLB, who is as mild-mannered as they come, was appalled and threatened violence if he ever saw them again. The worst thing is that their Mum was in on it too…befriending her and getting store cards in her name…absolute scumbag bastards!
So perhaps this is why she has never reached out for help…trusting people after this kind of experience must be hard. Whilst I don’t want to overwhelm the poor woman, I just want her to know that we are there for her. I live three doors up and my sister lives two doors down…between us, we can keep her entertained! My niece already wants to go and see ‘the lady’ as she calls her! 
We are the kind of people who help. Mr WLB and I were chatting the other day about a chap we’d read about who was going to be on his own at Christmas, “If I knew anyone alone, they would be coming to mine!”, was my response…now I do, and now they are.
I just don’t want to get carried away – she coped without us, but it would be nice to think that she knows we are there and had someone to rely on. I have seen her striding down the road before, and she’s fit and healthy in all other ways – bar epilepsy she was telling me – so she doesn’t need round the clock attention…I would just hate her sitting there without anyone to talk to if she needed someone.
I went to see her again when she got back from being patched up. Bless her, she looked like she had been in a fight! I then took her glasses to Boots, but they are beyond repair as they got badly scratched – so I paid for a new pair for her…my Christmas present for her. I gave her a ‘get well soon’ card and wrote my mobile number in it, along with Mr WLBs number, and bought her some chocs and a mini potted Christmas tree as I noticed she didn’t have any decorations. So I hope that I haven’t overwhelmed her…I just feel ashamed and embarrassed that I didn’t know she was on her own.
She does want to join us for Christmas dinner – I double checked, as I didn’t want her to feel obliged! – and we are having a get together at my sisters on Boxing Day, so will see if she wants to join us for that. Mine and Mr WLBs lovely Nanna’s have passed away…so we are adopting her! 
Right then…Terry Treadmill has gone. I have a sneaking suspicion that the eBay dickhead got his girlfriend to bid on it…as they were both from Worcester! And the chap that arrived with her had real issues looking me in the eye…and that’s not just down to the raging spot I have on my chin – he was a shifty looking bugger! He will get his one day…and the way he threw Terry on the back of his truck, I doubt he’ll get much joy out of him when he connects him back up. I was going to name and shame, but Mr WLB made me delete my comments as he thought that I shouldn’t drag myself down to that level! The worst thing is that they paid £100 less than I had agreed with eBay dickhead…so I kind of hope that the straps fail on his truck and that it flies off the back into a ditch if it was him!
Oh, and I woke up in the night with a raging sore throat, and am now sat here shivering – I have dosed myself up with paracetamol and hope to feel better soon. Last year, in December and January, I ended up with norovirus three times…and had hoped for healthy festivities this year. 
Breakfast: Bananas and clementines.
Lunch: Smoked salmon scrambled eggs, roasted rolls, cheese, spinach and cherry tomatoes (HEA and 2 x HEB).
Dinner: Chicken noodle soup/stew!
Snacks: Nakd bar (7.5 syns) and rice cakes (7.5 syns).
An okay food day…I just couldn’t be bothered today though really. With everything that happened, and feeling ill, it was just a case of getting quick and simple stuff. So brekkie was quick and eaten whilst dismantling Terry. Lunch was eaten whilst the lady was in A&E getting patched up, and dinner was made whilst lunch was cooking. So I had my usual salmon trimmings with eggs, scrambled. Toasted my wholemeal rolls, added my HEA cheese, topped it with spinach and cherry tomatoes. Dinner was supposed to be soup but I cooked it for a bit too long, so it went stew-like…noodles, stock, chicken, spinach, onions, celery, carrots, and mushrooms.
Exercise: Not much at all today – too much time spent dealing with ladies and treadmills!
Thank you for reading,
Weight Loss Bitch xxx
WeightLossBitch
On a health and fitness driven journey to lose over 32st / 448lbs / 203kgs – yes, it is a considerable amount – I am committed to losing my excess weight without the aid of weight loss surgery, diet pills, or quick fixes…as there aren’t any! Changing my eating habits and building up my fitness levels, along with addressing the ‘head issues’ will be crucial in order for me to achieve my goal. Living in England as a 31 year old super morbidly obese woman can be challenging to say the least. I have been shouted at in the street and verbally abused far too many times to mention; hence the name ‘Weight Loss Bitch’…the day I am just called a ‘bitch’ instead of a ‘fat bitch’ will be the day that I know I have cracked my weight loss! With many reasons to lose this weight I am documenting my journey for a number of reasons. Firstly, I would like to keep a record of the ups and downs, the highs and lows, and the challenges I face with such an enormous task to tackle. Secondly, I would also like to inspire and encourage other people who are in a similar situation and to show them that significant amounts of weight can be lost naturally…with a bit of motivation, hard work, dedication and will power. Thirdly, all of the blogging, Facebook-ing, Tweet-ing, Pinterest-ing and YouTube-ing keeps me occupied and keeps my fingers out of the fridge!
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