I am the biggest I have ever been - including being bigger than in either of my pregnancies.
I’m 5 foot 3 and today, I weighed myself at 13 stone 10.
I’ve been ignoring it. But it’s come about because I have to get involved in a sport my kids play, because the youngest cannot sign himself in - he needs an adult supervisor. It’s indoor climbing, and all I need to do is take a 3 hours intro class for adults. It should be file simple; they don’t care about how good I am or how high I climb, it’s about learning the safety rules really.
But I had a horrible thought when falling asleep last night that the harness wouldn’t fit, as so much of my weight is in my stomach. I measured this morning and it’s 45/46 inches. That was a shock. I know from looking at myself that I’m big but putting a number on it was a shock. Then I got on the scales.
3 years ago, I was 13 stone and got down to 10.5 stone. This last year/year and a half, I’ve just let it all go.
I got there through calorie counting, doing 20,000 steps a day, swimming 3 times a week and also doing a weighed hula hoop. So, I know I can do it. But I need to put more focus on improving my diet so I can keep it off.
Fitbit is charged, and I’m ready so start again in the morning. Down the park for the 8km walk, and ready to calorie count. But just… I can’t tell anyone in real how humiliated I felt standing on those scales, so I’ve come here.