A diary. I can do this. I used to be really good at writing diaries. And I've always been best at it when I'm depressed.
That sounds like I'm depressed a lot. I'm not. Really, I'm not. Anyway, here goes.
I used to exercise a lot. Back in 98/99, I was so fit and full of energy that it was hard to get me to stay still. I delivered the post (mail) in the mornings, and went dancing practically every evening. I remember when I started the job, I ordered my uniform, and when it came a few weeks later it was falling off me because I'd lost so much weight, and without even trying. Then at the end of 99 I was in hospital with a very serious asthma attack. I think it was only because I was so fit that I managed to recover from it so well. I was out of hospital within a week, and back dancing again the next night. I promised myself that I would always stay fit because it I didn't the next asthma attack could kill me.
And of course, I didn't do it.
I met someone, we moved in together, spent cosy evenings in front of the TV, cooked (and ate) lots of lovely food. Three years ago I weighed 182lb. I didn't know anything about BMI at the time. I only realised just how overweight I was when I was weighed at the doctors. It's only since I've learned about calculating my BMI that I realsed that at 5ft2 and 182lb I was actually obese. I didn't feel obese. I was just cuddly and I lacked energy.
Over the next 6-8 months (not really sure because I never bought any scales, just used other people's when I was at their house) I lost around 35lb. It wasn't hard. I just cut out most of the chocolate and cakes, and cut down my portion sizes. (Using smaller plates really helps with portion sizes.) I was aiming to get down to around 125lb, so I was still about 20lb short of my target when I stopped losing weight. I guess it got a bit harder, and I was back in my size 12 (US 8) clothes, so I didn't really bother trying too hard.
We moved house 3 months ago, and I left my job and haven't started a new one yet (I have one, I start on April 23), and I'm feeling fat, and ugly, and clumsy, and just horrible about myself. At the moment, I spend most of my days sat in front of the PC, when I start my new job I will still be sitting all day (driving a bus), so I know I need to exercise. I have been walking 15-20 minutes most days for the last few weeks, including a steep hill, so I'm not totally lazy. But I just feel so bad about myself at the moment.
Yesterday, my partner and I looked round the shops. There are some lovely independent shops near us, and we found loads of clothes that we want to buy when I start my new job and we've got some money. But every time I looked at something I liked, I imagined it on a slim, fit, attractive me, not the fat, ungainly, clumsy me that was walking round the shops trying to look small and inconspicuous. I feel so depressed at the moment. I was lying in bed tonight, crying, which is why I got up and I'm sat here at 2am posting this. My self confidence is so low. And I'm not even fat. There are a lot of people in the world who are much fatter than me, and thinking that makes me feel guilty about feeling down. How bad can this get?
Yesterday, on the way back from the shops, I decided I want to get back to where I was 8 years ago. I know I can't take 8 years off my life, but I want to be fit and healthy and slim. I was a size 10 (US 6) and I guess I weighed around 119-126lb. I know it won't be easy to achieve. Back then, I was cycling around 15 miles a day, walking for around 2-3 hours and dancing for around 2-3 hours. I'm not going to be able to fit in that amount of exercise once I start working. But I was also eating quite a bit. I didn't worry about what I ate, and if I needed an energy "kick" at work, which usually happened once or twice a day, I would eat a Mars bar.
So, I can increase my exercise, watch what I eat, and monitor my progress. In the morning, I'm going to go out and get myself some scales. Then I can find out where I'm starting from. At the moment I'm an unfit size 12/14 (14 in fashion stores, 12 in stores with more generous sizing). I'm aiming for a fit size 10.
It's really hard when you're feeling down. But I have 6 weeks until I start my new job. That's 6 weeks when I don't have the excuse of "too tired, don't have time" to avoid exercising. In that time, I should be able to get into a good routine, and start feeling better about myself.
I'm feeling really tired now, so maybe I'll be able to sleep.
That sounds like I'm depressed a lot. I'm not. Really, I'm not. Anyway, here goes.
I used to exercise a lot. Back in 98/99, I was so fit and full of energy that it was hard to get me to stay still. I delivered the post (mail) in the mornings, and went dancing practically every evening. I remember when I started the job, I ordered my uniform, and when it came a few weeks later it was falling off me because I'd lost so much weight, and without even trying. Then at the end of 99 I was in hospital with a very serious asthma attack. I think it was only because I was so fit that I managed to recover from it so well. I was out of hospital within a week, and back dancing again the next night. I promised myself that I would always stay fit because it I didn't the next asthma attack could kill me.
And of course, I didn't do it.
I met someone, we moved in together, spent cosy evenings in front of the TV, cooked (and ate) lots of lovely food. Three years ago I weighed 182lb. I didn't know anything about BMI at the time. I only realised just how overweight I was when I was weighed at the doctors. It's only since I've learned about calculating my BMI that I realsed that at 5ft2 and 182lb I was actually obese. I didn't feel obese. I was just cuddly and I lacked energy.
Over the next 6-8 months (not really sure because I never bought any scales, just used other people's when I was at their house) I lost around 35lb. It wasn't hard. I just cut out most of the chocolate and cakes, and cut down my portion sizes. (Using smaller plates really helps with portion sizes.) I was aiming to get down to around 125lb, so I was still about 20lb short of my target when I stopped losing weight. I guess it got a bit harder, and I was back in my size 12 (US 8) clothes, so I didn't really bother trying too hard.
We moved house 3 months ago, and I left my job and haven't started a new one yet (I have one, I start on April 23), and I'm feeling fat, and ugly, and clumsy, and just horrible about myself. At the moment, I spend most of my days sat in front of the PC, when I start my new job I will still be sitting all day (driving a bus), so I know I need to exercise. I have been walking 15-20 minutes most days for the last few weeks, including a steep hill, so I'm not totally lazy. But I just feel so bad about myself at the moment.
Yesterday, my partner and I looked round the shops. There are some lovely independent shops near us, and we found loads of clothes that we want to buy when I start my new job and we've got some money. But every time I looked at something I liked, I imagined it on a slim, fit, attractive me, not the fat, ungainly, clumsy me that was walking round the shops trying to look small and inconspicuous. I feel so depressed at the moment. I was lying in bed tonight, crying, which is why I got up and I'm sat here at 2am posting this. My self confidence is so low. And I'm not even fat. There are a lot of people in the world who are much fatter than me, and thinking that makes me feel guilty about feeling down. How bad can this get?
Yesterday, on the way back from the shops, I decided I want to get back to where I was 8 years ago. I know I can't take 8 years off my life, but I want to be fit and healthy and slim. I was a size 10 (US 6) and I guess I weighed around 119-126lb. I know it won't be easy to achieve. Back then, I was cycling around 15 miles a day, walking for around 2-3 hours and dancing for around 2-3 hours. I'm not going to be able to fit in that amount of exercise once I start working. But I was also eating quite a bit. I didn't worry about what I ate, and if I needed an energy "kick" at work, which usually happened once or twice a day, I would eat a Mars bar.
So, I can increase my exercise, watch what I eat, and monitor my progress. In the morning, I'm going to go out and get myself some scales. Then I can find out where I'm starting from. At the moment I'm an unfit size 12/14 (14 in fashion stores, 12 in stores with more generous sizing). I'm aiming for a fit size 10.
It's really hard when you're feeling down. But I have 6 weeks until I start my new job. That's 6 weeks when I don't have the excuse of "too tired, don't have time" to avoid exercising. In that time, I should be able to get into a good routine, and start feeling better about myself.
I'm feeling really tired now, so maybe I'll be able to sleep.