I have finally decided to start doing a blog charting my weight loss journey. I've had quite a few people tell me how much my obsessive gym check-ins on facebook and my status updates declaring how I'm going etc are all helping to motivate them to do something themselves, which I think is so awesome ( I just thought I was annoying the crap out of everyone, turns out it's only most people :p ). So I thought, a better way to both help motivate everyone AND keep myself on track is to write about it!
Since October 2011 (when I got back from Europe and looked back at the photos and realised I was not happy with the person looking back at me), I have been on a mission to get back to looking the best that I can.
I'm not doing this for anyone else, or to pick up a man, I am doing this for me, to be able to look in the mirror and not loathe the reflection looking back at me, and to look at photos and wonder who the heck that person is.
Since October I have both started and ended a relationship, gained and lost a few kilos. I am fortunate that when I am stressed or emotional, I don't turn to food (although I do tend to stop eating which is also not great). In January, I bit the bullet and joined Goodlife Healthclubs. I have been a member of a number of different gyms over the years and always stopped going after a few weeks, getting bored and losing motivation. I first started going a couple of afternoons a week after work and on the weekends, sometimes struggling to go for longer than half an hour, other times an hour would fly by whilst I worked my ass off on the treadmill, kicked butt in body combat, lifted weights whilst my muscles screamed at me in body pump and shook my booty in zumba.
In March, I began to get disheartened as although I was doing all of this, I couldn't see any change in my body. Everyone else was saying they could, but I still saw only wobbly bits.
Then in April I finally moved back in with my best friend and began to settle into a routine of doing the gym every night on the way home from work, and realised that just because McDonalds and KFC were around the corner did not mean I had to stop there! I also discovered my obsession with all things Lorna Jane and read her "Move, Nourish, Believe" book in 2 days, and have taken a lot of her words of wisdom to heart.
I went to Sydney at the beginning of May and allowed myself to eat whatever I wanted, telling myself it was only for 4 days and I was on holidays! Big mistake, I think I put on around 1 - 2 kilos in those 4 days alone!
But last week, something happened. It's almost as though my body has suddenly realised it had better get into shape because I wasn't going to stop this time. I wasn't going to get disheartened and give up like I have the 5 million other times I have embarked on this journey.
On Saturday I had a bit of a bad day and barely ate. My appetite did not return properly until Tuesday, but I had realised something, call it an epiphany. I looked in the mirror, and instead of seeing the wobbly bits, I started to see the toned parts! I pulled on my trusty work pants and saw, to my amazement, that there is now a whole lot of spare room around my butt and thighs. At first I was a little annoyed that nothing was happening with my waist and hips, until I saw in the mirror that my love handles, which I have had a close, personal relationship for the past 8 years, were almost non-existent! Now, only a week later, those same trusty work pants are so lose around the top that I find myself needing to hold them up for fear they will fall down! And I can pull them off without undoing the zip! It's almost as though this has happened over night!
I signed up to Michelle Bridges 12 week challenge today, and am excited to start that on 4 June 2012. If I can do this well, with this much determination by motivating myself, imagine the results at the end of the 12 weeks! Bring on summer and my bikini body!
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