I promised you honesty and here is 13 stone and 8 lbs of it. GULP. It would have been 13 stone 10 lbs but for those of you who were wondering, I braved the scales at Slimming World last night and despite the feast, I lost 2 lbs. The sticker was perhaps too much of an ask (this time). I think these are the only ‘before and after’ shots you will see which appear to be the wrong way round but no, your eyes do not deceive you, the damn things are in the right order.
This post is particularly hard for me because for the last 2 years or so, I’ve managed quite successfully to conceal my rolls and wobbles. Clothes really do hide a multitude of sins! The truth is though; my excess chub is all I’ve managed to conceal. What I haven’t been able to hide is how my weight has made me feel, both physically and emotionally. I have often felt like I have been imprisoned in someone else’s body, and unfortunately for me, it’s been one hell of a greedy one.
When I started thinking about a doing a blog, a close friend said me to “go hard or go home” and she was right. I have hid behind clothes, namely black and baggy ones, for so long I knew that if I didn’t ‘bare all’ on here, I wouldn’t feel like I was being true to myself. So here it is. My big fat secret. There isn’t anything negative that anyone can say about my photos that I haven’t already said about myself but I knew posting them, as hard as it would be, would give me the accountability I needed to change the habits I had developed over the last couple of years. There really isn’t anywhere left to hide now.
I have spent way too long looking in the mirror and criticising what I have seen and I’m making it my mission to stop that. This is my body, it keeps me alive and able to do the things I love, and it’s time to start treating it better **Note to self, treating it better does not include rewarding it with chocolate**.