Now I know how unhealthy and unfit I am… I know that over the past few months (well the past year and a half really) I’ve lost all self control and my weight (and body) has grown accordingly. But today it really hit home.
Usually and more recently I’ve taken to having showers, (due to an issue with have with the hot water maintaining its heat when running a bath). But this evening, I thought “I’ll have a bath” … HUGE mistake…
For a change, the hot water actually worked, bath temperature was ok. Getting into the bath… a whole other story. Now my knees have been playing up lately, specifically my left one (I twisted it when heaving 14 packs of ceramic flooring tiles a couple of weeks ago and it’s been very “angry” since), and sitting down into the bath in the first place was a tricky task, I actually had a moment where I did think… I actually can’t do this, I’m going to have to have a shower now anyway, (I felt absolutely horrified at myself, and I’ll admit, a little concerned if I was going to be able to even get back out again). But with some perseverance and great awkwardness. I got in.
Lying in the bath, the three rolls of stomach I have now developed, left me feeling sick at myself, the fact I felt squished and more whale like than ever before in my life… I actually shed tears…. tears of disgust and of anger at myself and how I let myself become this. Leaving the bath was again a bit of a struggle, but a lot easier, Bizarrely than the getting into the bath in the first place.
Now luckily I’d already sat in on my first slimming world meeting for a good few weeks this morning , and was already beginning to feel the “want” to starting to loose weight…. but now, after what is possibly on the most embarrassing and horrible moment of my life.. (and I was alone in the bathroom so that takes some doing to be embarrassed at yourself when no one to embarrass yourself in front of).. I have realised that now I really do need to pick myself up and start afresh with myself. Eat better, exercise more, shift the pounds and the inches together, get back to a position where I can go for a run (right now I think I’d blow my knee joint completely if I did that’s).
I know I’ve said many times over how I need to be better, I need to exercise more and eat better. And I know I’ve many times “started over” with the process… but this time I really do need to have to do this. For myself and for my kids.
The shame at myself I felt today was horrible. I don’t want to feel so body shamed again. I know I have no one to blame but myself for where I’m at. And I know there are some trolls out there possibly actually reading this right now (although doubtful as I usually barely scrape 5 views 🤣) who may feel the need to write hurtful and shaming comments… but at this point I don’t care. I need to be brutally honest with myself, and with you, how things are. As without doing that, I would continue to be in the little bubble where I don’t see what I’ve done… I still feel it, but I by avoiding all mirrors or any form of reflections, I can pretend to myself it’s not as bad as it really is. But now, no more pretending, no more hiding, no more fear of seeing a reflection of myself. No more avoiding slimming world group calls because I feel like I look like the character from Beetlejuice (the one with the tiny head on the massive body… as that’s how I feel I look on the zoom meetings).
The fact I feel breathless just moving. The fact my body aches like hell. The fact I desperately want a nice wood frame bed, (but am afraid to buy one as I’m over most of the max weight capacity per person for them), so would likely break it in no time at all. The fact I’m afraid to sit on chairs in public in fear they may break. The fact I hate the way I look and feel every single day. The fact I hate doing anything as I feel so crap about myself. The fact I look hideous in my highlighter uniform because it is far from flattering. The fact I struggle to buy clothes (being an over 6ft tall female to begin with is hard enough, now add in the size clothing I require, and it’s damn near impossible). The fact I feel embarrassed for my kids if I have to pick them up or take them places … who would want to be seen with me 😔 I hate myself for what I’ve done to me. I weigh 22st 11lbs. I’m disgusted at that. I’m 39 years old… that is not good!
And now I need to do something about it. No one else can. Only I have the power to change me. It’s not going to be anywhere near an easy task. I’ll have to take each day as it comes. Feeling down, becomes a never ending cycle. Something happens in life that brings you down, sometimes it knocks you so far down that it feels like you are buried so deep you can’t get back up. And then you look at yourself and feel even worse, so then you eat crappy food because you feel really down and want the sugar high so to speak, that lasts all of two minutes before you start feeling even more crappy because you’ve eaten crappy foods and you know it’s not doing you any good. (Even though it really does taste good for that initial moment), but then it takes you back round to the feeling really down at yourself. That vicious circle that I am well and truly wrapped up in. The trouble is any small emotional upset, at the moment, sends me into major spiral down. And that is what I need to stop. Feeling down and eating crap do NOT in any way help you get a positive feeling. It’s hard, especially knowing I never used to be that way (I have always been a fairly “strong” person… not so much now). Don’t get me wrong I’ve never been a supermodel in body size, at over 6ft tall most of my late teens upwards, my body frame itself is not petite, but it definitely far smaller than it currently stands. A good third of my current body weight needs to go. In fact not far off half… 7 stone loss would be great, but closer to 10 stone would be where I was at after just having my first child at the age of 20 (13st). I don’t think I’ll ever get back to that, but somewhere between the two… I’d be ecstatic!!! Literally jumping for joy, I’d happily run around naked with joy at that size 🤣🤣🤣 (don’t worry I’ll spare you all that.. but you get my gist).
So I need to start….. I have the tools. I have the support of an amazing slimming world group and group leader. And now I need to do is all proud. I want to be one of those success stories you read In The magazines… huge weight loss, make over, confidence boost. (I can’t ever see the magazines wanting me and my story, but I’d like to dream I could be).
I hope you all stick about and haven’t got too fed up with my repeating “this is the first step.” As i really do appreciate you taking the time to read this blog. It helps encourage me to stay positive.
I’ll hopefully blog my journey a lot better than I have been blogging in general lately. Some days will be good and happy, some days I will likely be in tears and angry and upset for whatever the reason may be. But it is the journey that counts and the making sure I get to where I want to be. Who knows how long it will take. But I am determined I want to do this. So please bare with me. Please keep reading. I promise to continue to be brutally honest with myself (and therefore with you) as by doing that I am more likely to achieve my goal. 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻
So on that note, I shall leave it at that for now. I’ll be back I. Next few days with an update.
Thanks again for stopping by.
Catch you soon 💕💕