I’ve spent most of my life weighing around 8st (I’m 5ft 2). 2020 (pre lockdown) I was very, very unwell. Followed by lockdown. With no outside space, in a city, still too week to leave the house even if we’d been able to. Within 6 months of falling ill, I weighed 14st, within another 3 months - 16st.
I've had 3 pregnancies and never been above 10st. To have doubled my body weight in the same space of time - and more then I gained in total in all 3 pregnancies - is what got me.
Coupled with the fact that 90% of the women in my family are morbidly obese and have been since childhood/teen years - I took after my Dads side, who are all tall (not this part) and thin.
To be brutal - I’d spent most of my childhood freaked out by my 42 year old 25 stone Grandmother who couldn’t even sit on the sofa and breathe normally, she constantly sounded like she couldn’t get her breath/had been running from zombies/insert other description here. She never, ever stopped stuffing her face with all manner of food, including stuff wildly inappropriate for her diabetes. Frankly, I’m astounded she’s made it to 72. Watching my Grandad (ex Army) heave her off the sofa, wash her hair over the kitchen sink, practically have to push her upstairs because she couldn’t climb them (it would take around 20 mins to get her up there) - I saw all of that (and more) becoming my life, only I didn’t have a husband.
I also had to acknowledge that whilst my illness/lockdowns were ongoing, there was not a thing I could do about it.
I went back to the gym in Nov 2021, and I’m now around 8st 7lbs. But my body isn’t the same. I’ve got skin flaps (after being obese for all of c.19 months), my knees still hurt?!