It'salonglongroad
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Well...deep breath....I'm Nic, I'm 33, and I'm morbidly obese...sounds like an AA meeting! Not that I know what that sounds like.
I have struggled with my weight since falling pregnant with my first daughter 9 years ago. In 2007 I did lighter life and got down to a size 10 and was running 3 times a week and I can still remember a friend saying on a rare night out how happy she was seeing me so confident. Then feeling slim and sexy we decided to have another child...vowing never to get into the habits I did whilst pregnant with dd1.....I am now looking very shameful! After having Dd2 I originally started sw and weighed in at my heaviest ever and I can remember feeling mortified. Unfortunately i didn't like the class thing, I felt like a just sat there and was lost in a big room of people. No more said.....here I am 4 years later and weighing in even heavier than when I had had dd2.
In the last year alone we have emigrated, leaving all family and friends and jobs and our life as we knew it...all the big stressful things, we did in one fail swoop. I now feel settled where we are, we own our home, I have now reduced my hours as dh has a job....so....now is time for me to concentrate on me....and do something for me. I say we are living the dream...but I'm not. I love where we live and our life but I want to be part of it instead of being a spectator. In the year we have been here I have had my swimming costume on twice....how bad is that!
So this is the first day of the rest of my life...well second...I started yesterday. By Christmas I will be a different person and my kids will have got a mum who plays and has fun and laughs with them...who will run around the park and climb the woodwork and will go body boarding with them. My husband will have a wife who will hold her head up high and be confident....and me....I will have life...I will be able to look at the smiles on their faces...I will have a smile on my face.
That said.....it's gonna be a long long road.....
I have struggled with my weight since falling pregnant with my first daughter 9 years ago. In 2007 I did lighter life and got down to a size 10 and was running 3 times a week and I can still remember a friend saying on a rare night out how happy she was seeing me so confident. Then feeling slim and sexy we decided to have another child...vowing never to get into the habits I did whilst pregnant with dd1.....I am now looking very shameful! After having Dd2 I originally started sw and weighed in at my heaviest ever and I can remember feeling mortified. Unfortunately i didn't like the class thing, I felt like a just sat there and was lost in a big room of people. No more said.....here I am 4 years later and weighing in even heavier than when I had had dd2.
In the last year alone we have emigrated, leaving all family and friends and jobs and our life as we knew it...all the big stressful things, we did in one fail swoop. I now feel settled where we are, we own our home, I have now reduced my hours as dh has a job....so....now is time for me to concentrate on me....and do something for me. I say we are living the dream...but I'm not. I love where we live and our life but I want to be part of it instead of being a spectator. In the year we have been here I have had my swimming costume on twice....how bad is that!
So this is the first day of the rest of my life...well second...I started yesterday. By Christmas I will be a different person and my kids will have got a mum who plays and has fun and laughs with them...who will run around the park and climb the woodwork and will go body boarding with them. My husband will have a wife who will hold her head up high and be confident....and me....I will have life...I will be able to look at the smiles on their faces...I will have a smile on my face.
That said.....it's gonna be a long long road.....
