Hello! I have finally arrived - lovely to meet you all Today I decided it was time to get off my high horse and start making a change.
So here is the start of my weight loss journey. I'm fat.... Not just fat but actually clinically obese. But I'm tired of labels. Last week I learned that I emotionally abuse myself..... Would not accept that from anyone else but I'm my own worst critic. So why now? Well lots of reasons led to this.
Last week I could not fit into my ppe trousers (sexy orange hi vis trousers) which are Size 18. I've kidded myself in the past telling everyone who would listen that ppe is not designed for normal people as it's made in China. I no longer have that excuse as I'm the only one it doesn't fit and it's UK made. I was so ashamed on Friday that I had a bar of chocolate and a box of Jaffa cakes - you will sense a pattern as you get to know me. And my wonderful husband (OH) stopped smoking last week... That's his addiction, mine is food.
So if he is going to do that for the sake of his health then I need to make an effort too
For a long time I've pretended that I eat the same as everyone else. But the reality is like a true addict I've lied over and over, to myself and others about how much I've eaten. And as for exercise, I always find an excuse.
So this weekend I read a motivational book (I know I know but it actually works) and decided to get my lardy arse into gear.
So where I start..... I'm Irish but live in London. I have always been a "big girl" my mother tells me. She also said that I was fat because I eat lots of white bread (switched to seeded but to no avail - still fat - Mammy is not always right). I'm 44 and I'm 17 stone!!!! 108 kgs!!!!! This is the heaviest I have ever been in my life and I'm so ashamed of myself. I feel disgusted when I look at myself. It's killing my confidence, nothing fits and our sex life is suffering because of how I feel.
The OH constantly tells me how beautiful I am and sexy..... But he's enabling the fat girl inside me to bury her head in the sand and pretend that it's not an issue as he loves me.
Today I started the couch to 5k journey (thanks Michael Johnson for the free voice in my ear). And I only did 3 out of the 7 minutes. And on the final walk I was already making plans to tell everyone that I did it (and not mention the times I just physically could not run). But if this change is to be successful then it needs total honesty. Firstly with myself, and then with others.
So here it is. I'm 17 stone. I'm obese. I cannot run for even 7 minutes. I don't like how I look. I love to procrastinate. I make excuses for who I am and how I look. I am a secret eater. I spend a lot on crap and hide it from the OH.
But today is the day this changes. Today I start to love myself. And today I am going to succeed!!!!