I seem to come back to #WeightLossWednesday with the same old excuses…
Since that time I have put on over half a stone.
Since that time I have reached my heaviest weight since 2012.
For the first time in 4 years I weigh OVER 20 stone. I don’t want to know how much by but as soon as I see that first number being a 2… I jump off the scales and bury my head in the sand.
Each weight loss post I have written has been an ‘I can do this’ post filled with endless positivity… The truth? I can’t find that endless positivity.
I don’t want to be fat all my life. I don’t want to live in leggings because my jeans don’t fit me.
I had a discussion with my BFF, Sim… the person who probably knows me better than anybody else in the world. (Seriously, I’m not lying, there’s no way I couldn’t be friends with her anymore… she knows way too much!) The topic cropped up of motivation to lose weight. She has a big motivation… she knows WHY she wants to lose the weight.
Back in 2013, I had the most amazing motivation to lose weight. I was getting married. I lost 3.5 stone in 6 months. I didn’t want to be a fat bride… I was still overweight on my wedding day but I FELT beautiful. I was also 17 weeks pregnant with Comma. I hadn’t gained any weight during those 17 weeks of pregnancy.
Now, I don’t have that kick up arse. But I should have it. I can feel the strain of that extra 7lb on my joints. I can feel it. It should motivate me, but it isn’t enough.
**What am I going to do about it?**
The truth is, I don’t know. I am bored. I am a stay at home Mum with a toddler and a baby. The warmer weather is coming… I have a Fit Bit… I’ll just have to get off my lardy arse and get the toddler and the baby out of the house.
So, this is my pledge to you…
I did tell Sim that I wouldn’t mind shifting some weight and starting off with couch to 5k… It’s a long weigh (haha!) off at the moment but perhaps that can be my inspiration.