katty
Silver Member
well i think its time i started keeping a little diary of whats going on. i'm over half way to target....although i may move it when i get there, we'll see.
August last year, i have a keyring with a picture of me and my best buds on a night out, so i see that picture everyday, its my inspirtation and motivation to get away from the person i was just 7 months ago.
to think nothing of stuffing myself with crappy food knowing full well it'd make me feel low and depressed immidiately afterwards. the shame of wearing a swimming costume or a dress for an occasion, and thats exactly what it was, pure shame.
my constant battle with the food, the weight and the confidence is gradually becoming easier. the reason i start a diary today is quite significant to me because for the first time i can say i am a size 12.........when i was 13 i was 12 and a half stone, i can remember the day when i stood on my aunties scales and saw 12 and a half whole stones hit me in the face, i felt the same then as i did 7 months ago. yet i often wonder why its taken me 15 years to do something about it?? although 3 kids could have something to do with it, and a hubby, oh and a dog lol
self control is a huge thing with me, its something i can now happily say i have, i don't drink, well very rarely, and i stopped smoking 16 months ago....that was a huge stepping stone to me being here now. looking back stopping smoking was easy compared to some of the days i have with food cravings, especially chocolate,
mmmm cadburys creme egg.....syns are used today though.
soooo i am far from over it, i still have huge confidence issues and i still see a fat person staring back at me in the mirror.....however, i am fitter than i ever have been and in the right clothes i can occasionally feel good about myself.
i'm 30 in feb, so i would LOVE to be at target by then, i'm 11 stone 9 lb this week, my target is 10 stone, but with some extra hard work i reckon 9 would be my comfy weight since i am a midget at 5 foot 2.
first essay completed, and i feel good about this, its gonna help me lots to read back in the future and hello to anyone whos reading my little journey
xxxxx
August last year, i have a keyring with a picture of me and my best buds on a night out, so i see that picture everyday, its my inspirtation and motivation to get away from the person i was just 7 months ago.
to think nothing of stuffing myself with crappy food knowing full well it'd make me feel low and depressed immidiately afterwards. the shame of wearing a swimming costume or a dress for an occasion, and thats exactly what it was, pure shame.
my constant battle with the food, the weight and the confidence is gradually becoming easier. the reason i start a diary today is quite significant to me because for the first time i can say i am a size 12.........when i was 13 i was 12 and a half stone, i can remember the day when i stood on my aunties scales and saw 12 and a half whole stones hit me in the face, i felt the same then as i did 7 months ago. yet i often wonder why its taken me 15 years to do something about it?? although 3 kids could have something to do with it, and a hubby, oh and a dog lol
self control is a huge thing with me, its something i can now happily say i have, i don't drink, well very rarely, and i stopped smoking 16 months ago....that was a huge stepping stone to me being here now. looking back stopping smoking was easy compared to some of the days i have with food cravings, especially chocolate,
soooo i am far from over it, i still have huge confidence issues and i still see a fat person staring back at me in the mirror.....however, i am fitter than i ever have been and in the right clothes i can occasionally feel good about myself.
i'm 30 in feb, so i would LOVE to be at target by then, i'm 11 stone 9 lb this week, my target is 10 stone, but with some extra hard work i reckon 9 would be my comfy weight since i am a midget at 5 foot 2.
first essay completed, and i feel good about this, its gonna help me lots to read back in the future and hello to anyone whos reading my little journey