So at the end of last week I posted on here under the title 'need to rant'. I posted after coming to the depressing realisation that I hadn't focused on my goal of losing weight before my holiday in June....despite my head being full of determination and motivation when I first booked the holiday, I completely took the eye off of the ball and allowed bad habits to prevail; resulting in me now being the heaviest I have been for years (16st 7.5lb).
Today's post relates to the intervention meeting my parents staged for me on Saturday. Over a cup of breakfast tea my Dad, who is a very sweet and kind man and who doesn't normally comment on my appearance only to tell me how pretty I am (I'm a bit of a daddies girl really), deals me the blow of telling me how he has noticed I've put on a lot of weight and how he is extremely worried about my health.
He went onto say that both he and my Mum worry about me possibly getting diabetes in the future. Of not being able to get pregnant when the time comes and of generally having problems later in life. It was a massive shock to hear them talk like that but maybe it was the blow I needed!!
Don't get me wrong, I don't feel under pressure from them. In fact I feel encouraged as I was also able to talk to them about how at 60/70 years old they don't get enough exercise and so we have decided to put a joint family effort into making a difference.
So here I am at day one of my 12 week fresh start. I had a breakfast of berries and yogurt this morning followed but carrot sticks. Lettuce, ham and cheese wraps for lunch with cucumber and tomatoes for snacks. And a dinner of fish cake, broccoli and French beans. I managed the gym for 30mins (before I felt I would vom) and have drunk plenty of water.
Everyday I feel a struggle I am going to remind myself that I am doing this for me, my future and for the life my parents gave me.