CeeCee-is-MeMe
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Right guys. I've been reading through some blogs/diaries and I thought it seems a great way to keep motivated, motivate/help others and to keep a record of what losing weight is actually like as well as remember the good and the bad. Coz I've been trying to lose weight for years and yet it still slaps me in the face at how hard it is every time I start dieting again. I thought by writing it down I have evidence
and keep track.
Well... I am 24, I reside in 'The North', like a mug i went to uni more than once lol! so due to the level of debt I have amassed in the name of education, I am currently living with some family and my little doglet Lulu.
I have always been a big lass, I have the childhood photos to prove it. Not to mention the hideous memories of feeling like the 'fat' one from about the age of 5. For example my nickname from a very young age has been 'chunk' (self explanatory I think lol). I also first went to a dietitian at 6 and even then I needed to lose stones not pounds. I clearly remember losing 9lbs and being over the moon but also not wanting to tell people as they might then try and guess how much I must weigh (I was only 6 years old at this point!) I also remember my cousin who is 3 years older getting weighed and I got weighed afterwards and I weighed more! Even then as a young child I was crushed!
I lived with my grandparents from a young age and even though I was already a big girl, my weight went out of control at my grans house. She's a big lady too but nothing compared to me. She absolutely amazing and I owe her everything but she does love to feed you up! I think it's a gran thing. They love to see you eat. And as I love to eat, the result was inevitable... I'm now morbidly obese. I don't want to make it sound like I'm blaming my gran, coz im not. She didn't hold a gun to my head and force me to eat! I did that all myself.
Of course I was the fat kid at school, but luckily I made it through without being bullied and with some very good friends. So I count myself lucky there! Of course I got comments and looks but nothing I'd call bullying. Still hurt tho of course! :-(
everyday without fail I'd wish, pray and hope to lose weight. I wanted to look like my friends. I wanted to be able to buy clothes like them and not just go to Evans. I just wanted to feel normal I guess!
Since school my weight has increased every year. I thought once at uni and looking after myself I could take control of it, how wrong I was. It just got worse.
I went to slimming world and lost 2st. But I gradually stopped going (no excuse as to why) a year later I'd gained the 2st back plus another 2. So I went to my local ww group. I nearly died when my leader told me my weight! I knew I was big but 25st was just crazy! I was the biggest there by far too. I lost nearly 3st and stared jogging everyday. But surprise surprise, gradually I stopped going and slowly but surely the weight crept back.
I'm now starting again, but with more determination than ever before! I refuse point blank to carry on like this. I don't wanna waste yet another year talking about losing weight whilst actually just getting bigger. I'm tired of watching others live life, whilst I (who used to be very outgoing until recently) hide away from the world.
So that's some of me in a nutshell. I look forward to writing about my losses (of which I hope to be many
I hope that also my journey might help others. As others have helped me :-D Good luck everyone!
Ccxx
Right guys. I've been reading through some blogs/diaries and I thought it seems a great way to keep motivated, motivate/help others and to keep a record of what losing weight is actually like as well as remember the good and the bad. Coz I've been trying to lose weight for years and yet it still slaps me in the face at how hard it is every time I start dieting again. I thought by writing it down I have evidence
and keep track. Well... I am 24, I reside in 'The North', like a mug i went to uni more than once lol! so due to the level of debt I have amassed in the name of education, I am currently living with some family and my little doglet Lulu.
I have always been a big lass, I have the childhood photos to prove it. Not to mention the hideous memories of feeling like the 'fat' one from about the age of 5. For example my nickname from a very young age has been 'chunk' (self explanatory I think lol). I also first went to a dietitian at 6 and even then I needed to lose stones not pounds. I clearly remember losing 9lbs and being over the moon but also not wanting to tell people as they might then try and guess how much I must weigh (I was only 6 years old at this point!) I also remember my cousin who is 3 years older getting weighed and I got weighed afterwards and I weighed more! Even then as a young child I was crushed!
I lived with my grandparents from a young age and even though I was already a big girl, my weight went out of control at my grans house. She's a big lady too but nothing compared to me. She absolutely amazing and I owe her everything but she does love to feed you up!
I think it's a gran thing. They love to see you eat. And as I love to eat, the result was inevitable... I'm now morbidly obese. I don't want to make it sound like I'm blaming my gran, coz im not. She didn't hold a gun to my head and force me to eat! I did that all myself. Of course I was the fat kid at school, but luckily I made it through without being bullied and with some very good friends. So I count myself lucky there! Of course I got comments and looks but nothing I'd call bullying. Still hurt tho of course! :-(
everyday without fail I'd wish, pray and hope to lose weight. I wanted to look like my friends. I wanted to be able to buy clothes like them and not just go to Evans. I just wanted to feel normal I guess!
Since school my weight has increased every year. I thought once at uni and looking after myself I could take control of it, how wrong I was. It just got worse.
I went to slimming world and lost 2st. But I gradually stopped going (no excuse as to why) a year later I'd gained the 2st back plus another 2. So I went to my local ww group. I nearly died when my leader told me my weight! I knew I was big but 25st was just crazy! I was the biggest there by far too. I lost nearly 3st and stared jogging everyday. But surprise surprise, gradually I stopped going and slowly but surely the weight crept back.
I'm now starting again, but with more determination than ever before! I refuse point blank to carry on like this. I don't wanna waste yet another year talking about losing weight whilst actually just getting bigger. I'm tired of watching others live life, whilst I (who used to be very outgoing until recently) hide away from the world.
So that's some of me in a nutshell. I look forward to writing about my losses (of which I hope to be many
I hope that also my journey might help others. As others have helped me :-D Good luck everyone!
Ccxx
