Just sharing my nsv as I’m very emotional about it
4 years ago next month I started my weight loss journey. I lost 9 stone, gained 5 stone back on in 6 months, changed my whole attitude towards weight loss (ie looked at more sustainable methods of losing and not regaining weight) and am now just over 8 stone down. My bmi is still overweight but I’m looking like a slightly overweight normal person, twice this week I was called slim (I’m not! Size 14 at 5’6)
as a very morbidly obese person I was ashamed, I hated myself. I got called names in the street, I’d get looks and snide comments. A chair with arms was painful due to them digging in. The panic if I had to sit next to someone, desperately trying & failing to stop the fat spilling over onto their seat. Walking up a flight of stairs and having to sit down to catch my breath, seatbelt extenders, only being able to shop online, no photos of me at any events - you get the idea
this month was my 60th. Photos all over my Facebook & Instagram this year. I’ve even changed my profile pic from the dog to me!
Anyway yesterday I said to dh, I wonder if I can get a ticket to Metallica for Sunday. He said you are desperate to go, get yourself a ticket so I did. I’m going ON MY OWN & I’m seated (heart says pit, knees say sit 😂). I’m not worried, terrified of being judged, thinking of excuses not to go / no I’m planning on going down to the merch store soon to get a t-shirt to wear tomorrow & I know I’ll feel confident enough to talk to people rather than hoping the ground will swallow me up. I’ve not been to a stadium concert for nearly 30 years, hiding in the shadows, ashamed, embarrassed but now marching onwards, head held high
i don't work (retired) but have my own money but dh still insisted he paid for my ticket & then transferred me money to treat myself to merch & outrageously expensive drinks at the venue (I don’t really drink alcohol but a coke is about a fiver a pop).This was on top of incredibly generous birthday gifts (he bought me two of my bucket list dreams) He’s a good egg