When I started my ‘new life’ in January, I was fully expecting to have given up and gone back to my old ways by March.
After having a baby in 2010 (and subsequently eating and drinking the world for 3 whole years), I rocketed from 10stone to 15, yes, FIFTEEN!! I had gone from a size 10 to almost a size 20 in just 3 years.
Whilst I spent a lot of this time trying to justify to myself that it was fine, because I was happy & I could eat and drink what I wanted. The reality was, that I was a bit miserable. I looked absolutely awful. Clothes didn’t sit right, I could no longer look thinner by trying to hold my stomach in. I had to live in black clothes to help disguise my figure. The awful, flabby, saggy, stretched sight that met me in the mirror every morning made me look like I was a pensioner, not the mere 30years that I was.
It really was a case of ‘enough is enough’. I was fed up with looking awful. With waking every morning feeling awful after too much wine the night before… every morning. I knew I had managed to diet successfully in the past. I’ve been a constant up and down with my weight since my early teens. But this, this was a challenge and a half. I had 5 stone to lose. I’m still not there yet.
I knew I had to approach this in a different way. From previous experience, I knew that I could cut out loads of food groups or types of food and cut way back on calories & lose a fair amount of weight quite quickly. But, I also know, from previous experience, that this makes me miserable. By denying myself things I really enjoy, I know that I’ll be grumpy & that the weight will fly back on as soon as I reached my target weight.
The plan this time was a lifestyle change. Something that I can actually stick to. Something that doesn’t put me in a food prison & make me miserable and snappy.
I chose to work with a personal trainer once a week. I use Emma Rogers Personal Training, who is fairly local to me. I also wanted to work with someone who wasn’t going to push me so hard that I give up, someone who would listen and be supportive.
Alongside once weekly PT sessions, I also used the 30 day shred DVD from Jillian Michaels. I know this seems to be a bit of a ‘marmite’ type of workout. People either love it or hate it. I knew it would be tough and figured I’d fall in to the hater category, but you know what? If you stick to it (I do it usually 2/3 mornings a week), you really really do see results. I have so much more tone than before. I can actually feel limbs changing. I love it.
I also bought a cheapy fold up exercise bike & have set myself a goal of doing 1200km this year – I’m currently set to go way over that, but I know I need to keep going till the end of the year!
On days that I’m not doing PT, the shred or cycling, I try to walk as much as I can. Luckily for me, it is impossible to park near my house, so I barely ever take the car anywhere – this forces me to walk to the supermarket & to carry all my shopping home.
I also recently scored a total bargain of a cross trainer on ebay – but I’ll write about that another time – it is awesome!
I have also begun to really enjoy gardening – the end of our garden is a little allotment & it is bloomin’ hard work to keep that going – lots of digging, lifting, carrying. So, I’m not only growing lovely fresh, healthy food, but also burning a whole bunch of calories too.
My diet has become more focused. I don’t drink during the week now & I limit how much I can drink over the weekend. I am using myfitnesspal to help track my calories and also to check that I am eating the right amounts of carbs, fats and proteins. I have really concentrated on upping my proteins to help with all the additional exercise I am now doing… hence my very obvious addiction to all the protein snack bars I keep finding!
Anyway, I stepped on the scales this morning & I have just broken the 12stone barrier. I am now sitting at 166lbs, that’s 11stone 12lbs. Still a long way to go (1stone 12lbs), and I’m sure this will be the hardest and slowest bit of the loss so far. I am determined to reach 140lbs and to be able to comfortably wear size 12, or even, maybe size 10 clothes again.
I know I’m never going to look super hot, nor be able to strut about in a bikini – I have got totally ruined skin from pregnancy and breastfeeding – my stomach, chest and thighs are beyond gross, but I’ll be happy if I can at least look good in some nice clothes.
No excuses this time, it’s fit or fat. I’ve done fat & it sucks, so let’s go with fit.