wirralmum
Full Member
I turned 40 recently and am the heaviest I have ever been. I am so sick of clothes not fitting, of feeling uncomfortable, bra straps and waistbands digging in, of my back aching and of feeling so unattractive all the time. So it’s time I did something about it.
I was a size 12/14 for most of my adult life, which whilst not slim, was far from fat (I’m 5’9”). I remember joining Slimming World many years ago and when they weighed me in I was 11 stone 3lb! – How I’d love to weigh that now.
After I had my children (they are now nine and three) my weight crept up until I weighed 13 stone and was a size 16. I started going the gym and eating healthily to combat this, and soon was down to 12 stone. Then, unfortunately, I got ill and was started on medication which a) slows down the metabolism, and b) increases the appetite – so, a double whammy!
Over the next three years I ballooned to 17 stone and a size 20/22, and when I weighed myself this morning I realised that I had put on another 10lbs over Christmas. Something’s got to give. I am so fed up with being unable to go into a ‘normal’ clothes shop and pick up whatever I fancy off the peg. With my back aching whenever I do anything remotely resembling exertion (like going up one flight of stairs). With avoiding friends and family gatherings, because I am ashamed of how I look. With sitting in the corner on the very odd occasion I do go out, not being able to dance due to being unfit and being embarrassed about how I look. And what’s more I have a beautiful suede coat which I wear every winter and which this winter, for the first time ever, was too small.
I took my children away for a week before Christmas and would not even go in the swimming pool. I just put my swimming costume on and could have died with how I looked. My eldest daughter ended up going in the pool alone (she’s a good swimmer) whilst I and my youngest sat at the side, watching her. It was awful, and I felt such a failure – my youngest missed out on going in the pool because I couldn’t bear the sight of myself in a swimming costume.
Enough is enough. I want the old me back. I’m not being unrealistic - I don’t want to be nine stone, or even 10 stone. I just want to be 11 stone. At that weight I could wear what I wanted (including jeans, yay!) and at that weight I could run around the park without getting out of breath and turning the colour of a tomato. At that weight I looked well (looking back at old photos). At that weight, I wasn’t embarrassed to be seen in a swimming cossie.
I’ve started today and am determined to do it. I’m calorie counting for a few days and plan on attending my local Slimming World class this Thursday, then doing the SW plan thereafter. I am going to start eating healthily again. I am going to reintroduce exercise slowly, starting off with a 30-min walk per day. I am going to DO IT once and for all
I was a size 12/14 for most of my adult life, which whilst not slim, was far from fat (I’m 5’9”). I remember joining Slimming World many years ago and when they weighed me in I was 11 stone 3lb! – How I’d love to weigh that now.
After I had my children (they are now nine and three) my weight crept up until I weighed 13 stone and was a size 16. I started going the gym and eating healthily to combat this, and soon was down to 12 stone. Then, unfortunately, I got ill and was started on medication which a) slows down the metabolism, and b) increases the appetite – so, a double whammy!
Over the next three years I ballooned to 17 stone and a size 20/22, and when I weighed myself this morning I realised that I had put on another 10lbs over Christmas. Something’s got to give. I am so fed up with being unable to go into a ‘normal’ clothes shop and pick up whatever I fancy off the peg. With my back aching whenever I do anything remotely resembling exertion (like going up one flight of stairs). With avoiding friends and family gatherings, because I am ashamed of how I look. With sitting in the corner on the very odd occasion I do go out, not being able to dance due to being unfit and being embarrassed about how I look. And what’s more I have a beautiful suede coat which I wear every winter and which this winter, for the first time ever, was too small.
I took my children away for a week before Christmas and would not even go in the swimming pool. I just put my swimming costume on and could have died with how I looked. My eldest daughter ended up going in the pool alone (she’s a good swimmer) whilst I and my youngest sat at the side, watching her. It was awful, and I felt such a failure – my youngest missed out on going in the pool because I couldn’t bear the sight of myself in a swimming costume.
Enough is enough. I want the old me back. I’m not being unrealistic - I don’t want to be nine stone, or even 10 stone. I just want to be 11 stone. At that weight I could wear what I wanted (including jeans, yay!) and at that weight I could run around the park without getting out of breath and turning the colour of a tomato. At that weight I looked well (looking back at old photos). At that weight, I wasn’t embarrassed to be seen in a swimming cossie.
I’ve started today and am determined to do it. I’m calorie counting for a few days and plan on attending my local Slimming World class this Thursday, then doing the SW plan thereafter. I am going to start eating healthily again. I am going to reintroduce exercise slowly, starting off with a 30-min walk per day. I am going to DO IT once and for all
