Like many people I find myself in a constant battle with all things unhealthy. I have always loved food – my mum’s cooking is so delicious – but my problems with food didn’t start until uni did. The endless drinking and takeaways took their toll during first year and I gained roughly a stone which, unfortunately, happens to many students in first year. So of course when second year began I used the slim fast diet to lose a few pounds – I did lose some weight but not as much as I’d gained. A couple of years and several failed gym memberships later I discovered the first of many stretch marks…yes I know it’s not something we like to talk about but it’s true…and not uncommon.
I had now reached the end of my degree, graduating with a 2.1 in Forensic Psychology (yay!), and had just moved in with my boyfriend. It took a further six months of constant snacking, no exercise and too much alcohol for me to realise how unhappy I was becoming with my weight. I am not the first to say this but eating healthily when being in a relationship is hard, especially when pretty much everything you have in the cupboards are crisps and there isn’t a piece of fruit in sight! Come Christmas I decided enough was enough – I was joining the gym. This was great for the first two months and the weight did start to come off, but then I started a new job meaning I could no longer workout during the day and more often than not felt too tired to do it after I got home.
The turning point came when I went to my boyfriend’s brother’s wedding in May this year. The wedding was down in Devon, the weather was stunningly beautiful and there I was feeling miserable and fat trying to cover myself up the whole time.
Now, I know I’m not huge but I have gained enough weight to feel like a shadow of my former self and I am sick of cropping photos to make myself look skinnier. I had been avoiding mirrors for months lying to myself about the situation and continuing to binge eat. After seeing the wedding photos and spending a lot of time feeling very uncomfortable around others I decided now was the time to act…and to stick to it this time.
In the last three months I have lost 6lbs. I know this doesn’t sound like much and the progress has been very slow but I am getting there. I fell off the diet wagon for the first three weeks of this month after my weight loss plateaued – I didn’t go crazy with food and only gained 1lb but it was enough to knock my confidence again. Going home for a long weekend was a savior however, and after a few days eating super healthily I lost the pound I had put on and lost a further 2lbs this week. My confidence has been rebooted – I am cutting down my calorie intake and doing more exercise (no gym, just a home workout with squats, dumbbells, sit-ups and a mini stepper – and I now get off the bus a few stops early on the way to and from work just to do a little extra).
I am going on holiday on the 9th of this month so I have ten days left to try to lose a couple more pounds, and I have promised myself that my healthier lifestyle will continue as soon as I get back. Wish me luck, I’m going to need it!