So, this is me. I'm 28 and have struggled with my weight for my entire life. At my biggest, I was a size 28, weighing in at over 19stones, and looking at pictures of myself was an ordeal. In face, it was looking at a picture that made me really begin my journey towards losing weight. And of course, you want to see that picture so here it is:
There are others, but seeing how big I looked in this, it was what I needed to tell me it was time to really get on track. And so began the journey to weight loss. As you can tell by that first picture, I didn't quite make it to the destination I was heading for. I got about half way there, by losing 4stones, and a getting to a size 18. But a series of unfortunate events, caused a stall in the progress. Its been a rough few years, from having to leave my job due to bullying, followed the previous year by a violent assault. I now suffer from anxiety and depression, and I hold up my chubby fingered hands and admit, I am a comfort eater. On a bad day, I want carbs, bread and butter all the way. Or some crisps, and is that a cake in the fridge? I'll just have that too. Anyone with a similar problem will know, half the time you don't even enjoy what you're eating.
Anyway, I did get down to 15stones which was a first for me since my early teens, but disaster after disaster, the weight crept back on little by little. I now weigh in at around 17stones, and for almost a year I've been dieting, so far I've only lost a stone. However, that's why I'm starting this blog. This is where I make myself accountable. I want to lost that 2 stone again by the summer. And then I'll make my next goal. And right here, is where I'll document it all. The good, the bad and the hellish. By July, I will once again look like this:
...and then, well, we'll move on from there. I'm revving the engine back up, and getting ready to restart the journey, and this time, when I stall, I'll start right back up again.
