40 ish fatty who lives less than 30 secs from some of the best
countryside in the UK but is currently too lazy to even walk up the
street. Aiming to be a slim, foxy, drop dead gorgeous goddess in a
mountain rescue jacket by December 2009. Wish me luck and feel free to
throw insults at me if I’m not out walking every single bloody day of
Walking Off the Big Apple is one woman's illustrated daily walking journal of trying to stay fit and lose weight while enjoying the culinary and cultural landscape of New York City. Launched in the summer of 2007, the blog offers up advice on New York sightseeing, culture, New Yorkers, art exhibits, restaurants, stores, walking itineraries, and weight and fitness goals.
Humorous and richly illustrated with the author's drawings, the blog serves to make exercise and fitness goals an integral part of an expansive adventurous life.
I am not a nutritionist.
I am not a personal trainer.
I’m not even much of an athlete… though I’m working on that.
I’m just a regular person who was overweight my whole life, and then
changed things after I split my pants in front of a room full of people
(more on that later). That split was the proverbial straw that broke
the camel’s back and I decided I’d officially had enough of being fat.
That day I weighed 262 pounds.