It's important to start somewhere right? So the beginning has to be as good a place as any.
This was me, Christmas 2008 and March 2009.
I still get a little shock when I look at them. Anyone who has known me looks at these pictures and tells me I didn't see you that big, or I didn't realise you had gotten that big. So I continue to push these out there because you know what I WAS that big, and if god forbid I start to regress I'm counting on my friends to pull me back into line. I need them to remember and I need to remember that this was a reality for me, one I was almost willing to accept, and I don't ever want to have to go back there.
So let's do some measurements for comparison.
Weight: 130 kg
Chest: 127 cm
Waist: 123 cm
Hips: 144 cm
Thigh: 69 cm
BMI: 42.0 - Morbidly Obese
Next post I will do a series of progress shots and measurements to date.
In April 2009 I found myself on the edge of a cliff, metaphorically that is. Since I was a teenager I'd struggled with my weight, I'd tried diet after diet and most of them were quite successful, for a while, I'd lose 7 - 14 kg's and then I'd go "OFF" my diet and regain the weight plus a few extra kg's to boot.
At 130kg's I was classed Morbidly Obese, at 5' 9" I no longer carried my weight well as I'd been told many a time. I found it difficult to walk up stairs, I was becoming withdrawn, and I was closely pushing out of my size 26 tops and about to move into size 24 pants. I had really pretty much given up on myself I thought this was it for me. I attributed it all to being lazy and considered that was an acceptable excuse.
With family history of diabetes, cancer, high cholesterol and heart disease, I had turned myself into a walking time bomb. Years of yo-yo dieting meant I had some good quality (and some not so good quality) information behind me, I just couldn't bring myself to apply it!
Then one day I woke up and I was tired, so tired, exhausted even, exhausted at the effort it took to be fat. Because despite our belief that it's the easy way, it's not, it's hard work! And I was over it.
I've spent the last almost year, re-educating myself, my eating habits, my exercise habits, my thought habits, and I've taken back control of my life. I've lost almost 36 kg's over a quarter of my body weight and I'm wearing size 16 with some 14's starting to squeeze their way in. I've discovered a love of exercise I didn't know was in me, which has led to the start of some fun runs and an ultimate goal this year of the City to Surf.
There are good and bad times that go with it, someone recently told me I should start a blog so I thought what the heck, you don't need to agree with anything I say, but if I can inspire one other person to take hold of their life and get back to living it, then I'll share my story and my ongoing journey!