I’ve lost 8 stone. I was 23 stone as my heaviest.
I think I just thought
Right that’s it. No more. I was turning 40 and thought I’m not doing this to myself anymore!
I rang the dr and he gave me 12 weeks free with slimming world. Luckily it worked well for me, the diet. I adapted it here and there. Less carbs as my weight loss levelled out. Steered well away from trigger foods and found other foods that I loved as treats and began to treat myself with clothes and experiences, instead of food all the time.
I soon wanted to lose weight more than continue to eat myself to death. I was miserable. I was ridiculed daily my strangers aswell as family and friends at times. It was all life encompassing. No matter how much I wore pretty dresses. Did my hair. Did my make up. Smiled and giggled. And perpetually people pleased.
I desperately wanted to get lighter on my feet..: (I used to ache all day and be out of breathe) healthier, younger, prettier. More me. Not anyone else. Me.
Yes. It is as simple as
LESS IN (food)
MORE OUT (exercise)
But something has to give. Something has to make you think. Is this it now? For the rest of my life. Self loathing. And even when I did have a lucid moment, where I bought a nice dress and I felt good about myself, some fucker would leer/shout/laugh/spit at me and make me feel utterly worthless and hateful again.
Something definitely snapped. I thought. My weight ruined my teen years, 20’s, and 30’s No fucking way was I allowing it to ruin my 40’s and beyond. I just did it.
It took me 4 years to lose 8 stone. Then I concentrated on my fitness and toning. Yoga. Zumba. Walking. Cycling. Yes, I cycle!! Haha! As in, I couldn’t before due to the vile comments I’d get.
I have learnt to love and respect myself. It didn’t happen over night. I’m still up and down, and like I have a disordered relationship with food still, even 6 years on. But I’m still mostly in control and feel the need to take care of myself.
I feel that food is more like fuel now. I feel
I eat to live instead of live to eat. But let my hair down here and there as I still love food And I still get triggered by it. But not for long. And my fail safe takes over. Little rituals and crutches to help me and then I’m in control again.
Honestly, as harsh as it sounds. Make the decision to do it. And get on with it. Throw yourself into it. It’s all about you. You are worthy.