elizabethsews
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I am so cross. Since Christmas I have let myself go, and in one month almost eaten myself out of my lovely new clothes. Oh! how could I!!
This time three years ago, February 2005 something clicked and I began the fiercest and most successful diet of my life. In three months I lost about 25 kg. I literally stopped eating, ingesting only fluids and watched the fat just sort of melt away. I swam and exercised and by May 6th 2005 I reached 70 kg and a degree of happiness and pride in my body that I never ever experienced in my whole life.
In the last three years often a few kilos would creep up, but then I could take them off.
Nothing like the sad old days when I would eat and hate the act of eating, not enjoy what I ate but be unable to stop myself.
Being so proud of my lovely new shape I could go to parties and not even want to eat the goodies. I could choose not to eat something so I could eat something else! Could say “it was a big weekend I will need to go easy today” and I would! I chose to do lots of exercise; gym, aerobics classes, swimming etc. I loved the feeling of being fit and of getting strong.
When a few kilos crept on again the familiar feelings of self hatred, and depression came back along with the weight. But each time I lost it I stood tall, superior, in control.
I started this Christmas and summer season at 72kg, 2 kg over my ‘clothes fit me happy weight’! Then holidays, parties and no exercise classes saw me weigh in this morning at 75 kg. I hated each out of control mouthful I ate but did it anyway. I lay around slack and idle and felt like a slob and did it anyway. I was helpless, depressed and so unhappy!
I have got to go back to 2005, and focus my whole energy on losing those rotten 5 kg. I am so unhappy. Shirts are straining over big breasts. A round tummy is making skirts too tight to wear. Clingy T shirts reveal rolls of flab above my waist, and around the back of my bras. Five kg of fat means my size 12 clothes are confined to the wardrobe and I am wearing 14s and even 16s again.
It is back to two optifast meals a day and only having fluids for snacks and emergency ‘I have just got to eat something’ moments.
It is back to at least five by one hour high intensity exercise sessions a week.
I did it today.
Please let me do it tomorrow. Please.
This time three years ago, February 2005 something clicked and I began the fiercest and most successful diet of my life. In three months I lost about 25 kg. I literally stopped eating, ingesting only fluids and watched the fat just sort of melt away. I swam and exercised and by May 6th 2005 I reached 70 kg and a degree of happiness and pride in my body that I never ever experienced in my whole life.
In the last three years often a few kilos would creep up, but then I could take them off.
Nothing like the sad old days when I would eat and hate the act of eating, not enjoy what I ate but be unable to stop myself.
Being so proud of my lovely new shape I could go to parties and not even want to eat the goodies. I could choose not to eat something so I could eat something else! Could say “it was a big weekend I will need to go easy today” and I would! I chose to do lots of exercise; gym, aerobics classes, swimming etc. I loved the feeling of being fit and of getting strong.
When a few kilos crept on again the familiar feelings of self hatred, and depression came back along with the weight. But each time I lost it I stood tall, superior, in control.
I started this Christmas and summer season at 72kg, 2 kg over my ‘clothes fit me happy weight’! Then holidays, parties and no exercise classes saw me weigh in this morning at 75 kg. I hated each out of control mouthful I ate but did it anyway. I lay around slack and idle and felt like a slob and did it anyway. I was helpless, depressed and so unhappy!
I have got to go back to 2005, and focus my whole energy on losing those rotten 5 kg. I am so unhappy. Shirts are straining over big breasts. A round tummy is making skirts too tight to wear. Clingy T shirts reveal rolls of flab above my waist, and around the back of my bras. Five kg of fat means my size 12 clothes are confined to the wardrobe and I am wearing 14s and even 16s again.
It is back to two optifast meals a day and only having fluids for snacks and emergency ‘I have just got to eat something’ moments.
It is back to at least five by one hour high intensity exercise sessions a week.
I did it today.
Please let me do it tomorrow. Please.
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