Another post today to celebrate another small milestone. One of the things I always wanted to be able to do when heavier was to wear that tank/t-shirt and jeans combo and look half way decent. Today I decided to wear my new size 12 jeans and while deciding on a top I yanked out a tank and popped it on, pleased with the effect I later topped it with a short sleeved cardy and out I went!
It's been quite important for me to take photos along this journey, it's only recently that the picture in my head of how I look is starting to match how I actually look in photos. This has been quite out of sync for some time.
I look forward to getting more involved with weights as I feel the need to really get some areas much more toned! ;)
I also have suspected that my bra size was changing, and so I went and tried on a couple of smaller sizes and low and behold my suspicions were correct! So I picked up a couple more sports bras in the smaller sizes, because it's important to keep the girls in tight when running and the like! hehehehehe
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 I found it difficult to walk up stairs, I was becoming withdrawn, and I was closely pushing out of my size 26 tops and about to move into size 24 pants.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!