After all the extra hard work this week, increased exercise, increased water and complete food abstinence Mon-Fri, I have managed to loose.........

three fecking pounds. Great.

This just takes the piss now. I am sticking to this diet 100% and yet my weekly losses are less than every other person on this freaking diet (including those that cheat). It really is not fair
I clearly was meant to be fat.

The MOST frustrating thing is I am quite happy with my size now (Size 16). I have always had a curvy figure with big child bearing hips and big (.)(.)
I am fit and healthy. My blood pressure is perfect. Cholesterol is perfect. I can do an hour at the gym relatively easily. I don't have asthma or allergies or diabetes or any other illnesses. I don't have any health problems at all. I don't have any problems with MY fertility (trust me I have endured enough blood tests, scans, xrays, glow-in-the-dark dye pumped through my fallopian tubes, probing questions about intimate details, internal examinations and what feels like hundreds of doctors/nurses looking at my once private parts to be sure of this!!). The reason for our fertility problems is male factor. BUT none of this matters one iota. Because until my BMI is 29 or under nothing else matters.

I do understand that the chances of the treatment being successful are increased if my BMI is in the "healthy" range and I can see that it is beneficial to loose weight generally HOWEVER why does this rule only seem to apply to fertility treatment. I have never heard of anyone else having to reduce their BMI to access treatment for any other illness on the NHS. My husband and I have paid NI contributions our whole working lives like everyone else, and please don't tell me that infertility is not an illness. My husband did not choose to have poor sperm morphology. God it is just so bloody frustrating sometimes. We have dutifully jumped through every hoop put in front of us to try and have a chance at conceiving our own child. Once upon a time our goal was to have a baby. Now that just seems so out of our reach that simply achiving a pregnancy would be a huge milestone. If the consultant told us we had to swim backwards across the English channel dressed as Batman and Robin while singing Christmas Carols in order to conceive then we would.
And that is why I will wake up tomorrow to a new day, put a smile on my face, and continue to try my bloody best with this horrible diet. I WILL loose the weight required, and in 6 weeks the consultant WILL tick the box to give us the go-ahead for treatment. I WILL do this because this is one fight I am NOT prepared to loose.

Rant over.