My whole life I have been embarrassed of the numbers looking back at me on the scales but 8 weeks ago it went from embarrassment to disgust to disbelief that I had let it get so bad. Looking back at me were the numbers 115.5 kgs.
Today, I am no longer embarrassed of the numbers looking back at me. Instead I am proud. They still aren’t ideal, and certainly not a yet healthy but the numbers looking back at me are proof that my hard work, willpower and self control is paying off.
This morning I weighed in at 100.9kg!
I have never been little, for as long as I can remember I have been overweight. I could blame it on genes and all the rest but the truth is I have an unhealthy relationship with food and a huge lack of self control. I always want more and I never want the good stuff, constantly thinking about what to eat next.
I don’t know what inspired me to lose the weight and stick to it this time. I never was horribly unhappy with my size, sure it’s shit when something you see in the shop won’t fit but whatever, find something else. My partner is loving and supportive but even at my biggest never complained about the way I looked, always giving me complements etc. I think something just snapped in me and one night while laying in bed listening to the boyfriend snore I just thought “That’s it, I’ve had enough” and next thing I’m signing up for Weight Watchers online!