ikkle87
Silver Member
Along the years I've had numerous usernames on this site, I've also had numerous starts at slimming world. Some successful, some not so successful and some that didn't even get started.
Back in 2010 I joined Slimming World and it clicked, and over the space of around 8 months I lost over 100lb. The way I felt about myself was immense, I started to dress better, wear make up and go out on nights out with my friends. My confidence was booming, I was still a big girl with a way to go on my slimming journey but I was happy and I no longer felt like the fat girl amongst my friends. Then I met a man, and I fell in love, and there my slimming world journey ended.
I was convinced I could go it alone, no longer having to give up an hour of my time to share with Slimming World when I could be sharing it with my partner. Alas doing it alone didn't work, his bad habits became my bad habits, the days of watching what I ate became days of eating while I watched the telly. It was a slippery slope, all in the wrong direction, upwards. I started to gain weight, slowly at first but it became more and more noticeable as time went along and my new found confidence and care for myself began to slip away. Then we found out I was pregnant and we were over the moon, but my wonderful, amazing mother in law passed away and our world was turned upside down and I comfort ate. I kept telling myself I will rejoin when I've had him, I will lose the weight again. He's one now, and whilst I rejoined momentarily the fact we both have poor health since his birth meant I didn't stick at it. We still struggle but I had blood tests last week and they showed I'm prediabetic and then the sirens went off in my head. I've been letting my life put my weight loss journey off but then letting my weight stop me living my life. I deserve more than that and so does my son. I don't want to end up on medication, I hate medication! I hate feeling the way I do, constantly tired, in pain, miserable.
It's time to take a stand, to get back my health, my life and that bit of me that I've lost along the way.
I'm rejoining group on Thursday, I've made a meal plan. I feel ready, I feel prepared, and what better time to start than 2 months before Christmas? It means whilst I may not look like I did after I lost 100lb on Christmas day but I will look better and feel better than I do now.
Back in 2010 I joined Slimming World and it clicked, and over the space of around 8 months I lost over 100lb. The way I felt about myself was immense, I started to dress better, wear make up and go out on nights out with my friends. My confidence was booming, I was still a big girl with a way to go on my slimming journey but I was happy and I no longer felt like the fat girl amongst my friends. Then I met a man, and I fell in love, and there my slimming world journey ended.
I was convinced I could go it alone, no longer having to give up an hour of my time to share with Slimming World when I could be sharing it with my partner. Alas doing it alone didn't work, his bad habits became my bad habits, the days of watching what I ate became days of eating while I watched the telly. It was a slippery slope, all in the wrong direction, upwards. I started to gain weight, slowly at first but it became more and more noticeable as time went along and my new found confidence and care for myself began to slip away. Then we found out I was pregnant and we were over the moon, but my wonderful, amazing mother in law passed away and our world was turned upside down and I comfort ate. I kept telling myself I will rejoin when I've had him, I will lose the weight again. He's one now, and whilst I rejoined momentarily the fact we both have poor health since his birth meant I didn't stick at it. We still struggle but I had blood tests last week and they showed I'm prediabetic and then the sirens went off in my head. I've been letting my life put my weight loss journey off but then letting my weight stop me living my life. I deserve more than that and so does my son. I don't want to end up on medication, I hate medication! I hate feeling the way I do, constantly tired, in pain, miserable.
It's time to take a stand, to get back my health, my life and that bit of me that I've lost along the way.
I'm rejoining group on Thursday, I've made a meal plan. I feel ready, I feel prepared, and what better time to start than 2 months before Christmas? It means whilst I may not look like I did after I lost 100lb on Christmas day but I will look better and feel better than I do now.
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