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And I have cried!!! But I've also been reading MiniMins and it has inspired me and cheered me up no end, so I feel the time is right to take the plunge, sign up, and start my diary.
Let me start from the beginning...
... I've been overweight for as long as I can remember. I've been a minimum of a size sixteen since I was about fifteen years old (I'm now 25) and I'm currently almost the biggest I've ever been, at a size 20+ (though I refuse to buy clothes in a 22!!) I have lived in a vicious circle for so long (eating rubbish, putting on weight, then feeling down because I'm big and eating more junk as comfort food!!) that I got to a point of not knowing how I'd ever break it.
I was a 16/18 until recently - I've been in a happy relationship for the past two years and settled into the comfortable 'I love you no matter what size you are', takeaways-on-the-sofa, going out for drinks and dinner every weekend type routine. Then about seven months ago I moved to a new city for work and my boyfriend didn't join me for four months (he was looking for a new job) and I completely lost the plot with a) eating alone every night and not bothering to cook properly and b) comfort eating for England because I was lonely and miserable in my new town. Long story short, I put on over two stone in less than six months.
Then, thank goodness, a few weeks ago something just clicked. I've done SW before and lost a stone and a half in a couple of months so I know it works, and I decided to join again. Two days later I was walking into a class and weighed in at an embarrassing 17 stone, 8 and a half pounds.
I have now had three weigh-ins and lost a total of nine and a half pounds (5.5, then 2, then 2). Whilst I know this is great, and I am really pleased, I somehow feel like even more of a hippo than I did before I started!!
I'm going to a wedding on Saturday (old uni friend of the OH that I've never met) and this past weekend I thought 'hmm, better try my dress on just to make sure it's OK'. So tried on the dress I had for a wedding last summer and, unsurprisingly in hindsight, it didn't fit. Not just 'ooh I've had a couple of big dinners and the zip won't quite go up' - more like, wow, I need another metre of fabric for the zip to be even close to fastening.
Now I think about it I have no idea why I surprised. But it really affected me!!! I think I was in denial about my size and weight gain before, and that just shoved it home with a massive slap around the chops. Add to that my late-Sunday-afternoon dash around the shops in the rain to find a half-decent dress to wear, and I was pretty miserable.
So, whilst my boyfriend has been genuinely amazing and so supportive, I don't know if that's enough. I've been hovering around the forum since I joined SW and read some inspiring stories and some lovely words - and I decided it was time to sign up and jump in to offer support to others, and hopefully receive some in response.
So thank you for reading my rambling so far, and I'm looking forward to getting to know you all and hopefully achieve our dreams together
Let me start from the beginning...
... I've been overweight for as long as I can remember. I've been a minimum of a size sixteen since I was about fifteen years old (I'm now 25) and I'm currently almost the biggest I've ever been, at a size 20+ (though I refuse to buy clothes in a 22!!) I have lived in a vicious circle for so long (eating rubbish, putting on weight, then feeling down because I'm big and eating more junk as comfort food!!) that I got to a point of not knowing how I'd ever break it.
I was a 16/18 until recently - I've been in a happy relationship for the past two years and settled into the comfortable 'I love you no matter what size you are', takeaways-on-the-sofa, going out for drinks and dinner every weekend type routine. Then about seven months ago I moved to a new city for work and my boyfriend didn't join me for four months (he was looking for a new job) and I completely lost the plot with a) eating alone every night and not bothering to cook properly and b) comfort eating for England because I was lonely and miserable in my new town. Long story short, I put on over two stone in less than six months.
Then, thank goodness, a few weeks ago something just clicked. I've done SW before and lost a stone and a half in a couple of months so I know it works, and I decided to join again. Two days later I was walking into a class and weighed in at an embarrassing 17 stone, 8 and a half pounds.
I have now had three weigh-ins and lost a total of nine and a half pounds (5.5, then 2, then 2). Whilst I know this is great, and I am really pleased, I somehow feel like even more of a hippo than I did before I started!!
I'm going to a wedding on Saturday (old uni friend of the OH that I've never met) and this past weekend I thought 'hmm, better try my dress on just to make sure it's OK'. So tried on the dress I had for a wedding last summer and, unsurprisingly in hindsight, it didn't fit. Not just 'ooh I've had a couple of big dinners and the zip won't quite go up' - more like, wow, I need another metre of fabric for the zip to be even close to fastening.
Now I think about it I have no idea why I surprised. But it really affected me!!! I think I was in denial about my size and weight gain before, and that just shoved it home with a massive slap around the chops. Add to that my late-Sunday-afternoon dash around the shops in the rain to find a half-decent dress to wear, and I was pretty miserable.
So, whilst my boyfriend has been genuinely amazing and so supportive, I don't know if that's enough. I've been hovering around the forum since I joined SW and read some inspiring stories and some lovely words - and I decided it was time to sign up and jump in to offer support to others, and hopefully receive some in response.
So thank you for reading my rambling so far, and I'm looking forward to getting to know you all and hopefully achieve our dreams together
