Babikins
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Where to start..! Well firstly, my name is Abi. Hello! :wave_cry:
I am 25 years old, I live in Belfast (but I'm not from here!) I am 5'3 tall and I weight just under 17st. The last part of that was really difficult to write. Because I have serious issues with talking about my weight and actually admitting to anyone else my real weight is a huge thing to me. So thank you for reading this far and letting me get it off my chest!
When I was 17 I lost 7st and went from 19st to 12st in around 7 months. This was on a self imposed VLCD and over exercising.
I managed to keep the weight off until I was about 22, at which point it all started creeping back on. Until last Friday (my 25th birthday) when I suddenly realised "Holy crap, nothing fits me anymore, I'm a size 20, when did that happen?!" I was on holiday for my birthday and it was pretty much ruined by my not-so-little revelation. Thing is, the cabin we were staying in had a full length mirror something I don't have at home! Seeing myself nude infront of it for the first time and realising just how big I was, well, it was a huge blow.
It's so silly, most people realise they are getting bigger as it happens and yet I genuinely didn't. I was so oblivious that it truly was a lightbulb moment.
After spending the weekend in the foulest of moods and flitting between sleeping and crying (great birthday weekend lol!) we arrived home Monday and I spent the day going through my options. I couldn't face losing the weight like I did last time, it almost killed me. I was obsessed, exhausted and miserable.
And although I am very upset with myself for getting this big again, I love myself and respect, something I didn't have when I was 17.
However! I am the sort of girl who goes full pelt and needs those good, reliable and quick results. So after muchos research, Cambridge diet won out!
Tuesday morning I found my local consultant and by lunchtime I had met her, spent an hour talking and chosen all my items for the week ahead! Although, when she weighed me I was stunned. I mean, I knew I was big, I thought maybe 15st tops, but 17? I was no where near expecting it.
So, now onto day three of my CWP and I must say I feel pretty good! Tired, a weird taste in my mouth and a little grumpy, but not hungry! And most of all, VERY hopeful!
I owe it to myself to be healthy once and for all, so I hope you guys and girls don't mind me posting my story here as it unfolds. I want something to look back on when I reach my goal to remind me of the hard work, so hopefully, I never mess it up again!
Here's me so you can put a face to the name! I have taken full length before pics that I will be posting after one month of loss, then every month of progress there after. Thanks for reading! x
I am 25 years old, I live in Belfast (but I'm not from here!) I am 5'3 tall and I weight just under 17st. The last part of that was really difficult to write. Because I have serious issues with talking about my weight and actually admitting to anyone else my real weight is a huge thing to me. So thank you for reading this far and letting me get it off my chest!
When I was 17 I lost 7st and went from 19st to 12st in around 7 months. This was on a self imposed VLCD and over exercising.
I managed to keep the weight off until I was about 22, at which point it all started creeping back on. Until last Friday (my 25th birthday) when I suddenly realised "Holy crap, nothing fits me anymore, I'm a size 20, when did that happen?!" I was on holiday for my birthday and it was pretty much ruined by my not-so-little revelation. Thing is, the cabin we were staying in had a full length mirror something I don't have at home! Seeing myself nude infront of it for the first time and realising just how big I was, well, it was a huge blow.
It's so silly, most people realise they are getting bigger as it happens and yet I genuinely didn't. I was so oblivious that it truly was a lightbulb moment.
After spending the weekend in the foulest of moods and flitting between sleeping and crying (great birthday weekend lol!) we arrived home Monday and I spent the day going through my options. I couldn't face losing the weight like I did last time, it almost killed me. I was obsessed, exhausted and miserable.
And although I am very upset with myself for getting this big again, I love myself and respect, something I didn't have when I was 17.
However! I am the sort of girl who goes full pelt and needs those good, reliable and quick results. So after muchos research, Cambridge diet won out!
Tuesday morning I found my local consultant and by lunchtime I had met her, spent an hour talking and chosen all my items for the week ahead! Although, when she weighed me I was stunned. I mean, I knew I was big, I thought maybe 15st tops, but 17? I was no where near expecting it.
So, now onto day three of my CWP and I must say I feel pretty good! Tired, a weird taste in my mouth and a little grumpy, but not hungry! And most of all, VERY hopeful!
I owe it to myself to be healthy once and for all, so I hope you guys and girls don't mind me posting my story here as it unfolds. I want something to look back on when I reach my goal to remind me of the hard work, so hopefully, I never mess it up again!
Here's me so you can put a face to the name! I have taken full length before pics that I will be posting after one month of loss, then every month of progress there after. Thanks for reading! x
