Hi everyone.
I posted on here ages ago, I can't even remember my user name at this stage. Sadly, at that time, I was probably still a healthy weight, but had convinced myself I was huge because I was heavier than I was used to. Fast forward 7 years, I'm 27, and definitely not a healthy weight anymore. I am dangerously close to 14 stone, which is so upsetting. I guess losing 2 stone would mean I'd be back to looking okay again, 4 to look fabulous. It doesn't sound too bad - 2 stone - nothing compared to what some people have to lose. But this two stone has such magnitude in my life - it carries such power. And I don't want to give it that power anymore. So I've decided that something needs to change. My attitude needs to change.
It's got to the stage where I hate the idea of anyone looking at me. I have a family event next weekend and I am literally having heart palpitations over it. It's my idea of hell. Not that my family would be mean to me or say I looked terrible, but I'm at the stage that one remark would turn me into a crumbling wreck.
So, I'm going to have to take back control, get moving and get eating right. Today is a write off because I am hungover, so I guess it's tomorrow where the magic will start to happen.
I posted on here ages ago, I can't even remember my user name at this stage. Sadly, at that time, I was probably still a healthy weight, but had convinced myself I was huge because I was heavier than I was used to. Fast forward 7 years, I'm 27, and definitely not a healthy weight anymore. I am dangerously close to 14 stone, which is so upsetting. I guess losing 2 stone would mean I'd be back to looking okay again, 4 to look fabulous. It doesn't sound too bad - 2 stone - nothing compared to what some people have to lose. But this two stone has such magnitude in my life - it carries such power. And I don't want to give it that power anymore. So I've decided that something needs to change. My attitude needs to change.
It's got to the stage where I hate the idea of anyone looking at me. I have a family event next weekend and I am literally having heart palpitations over it. It's my idea of hell. Not that my family would be mean to me or say I looked terrible, but I'm at the stage that one remark would turn me into a crumbling wreck.
So, I'm going to have to take back control, get moving and get eating right. Today is a write off because I am hungover, so I guess it's tomorrow where the magic will start to happen.