Guest Post – Team Last Year I’m Fat

5 Aug

A close friend of mine wrote this lovely piece for me on her weightloss journey. She continues to inspire me and help me daily. Enjoy.

I wasn’t always fat, but I’ve always loved food. That change came about when I got pregnant. Every time someone saw me they fed me, they piled it on, lovingly, they watched while I fed the life inside of me and my ever growing self. I didn’t notice and before you knew it I had put on five and a half stone. That’s a lot of weight but I felt no urgency, no one said anything, I was still beautiful, I was tall and everyone said how well I looked. I think they lied to me you know.

Some of the weight came off, but not all of it, I tried all the diets but I never again got back to my pre-pregnancy weight, I still haven’t. I had another baby but was more careful that time and only put on 1 stone. I was still fat though.

My husband left I put on more weigh though the stress and the heartache, some people lose weight when they are heartbroken but not me. I eat and eat to fill the hole of loss.

A year after he left I had to give up the car and an amazing thing happened. I started to lose weight without even thinking about it, by this time my eating had become more normal. I walked everywhere and still do. If I don’t have the kids and I have the time I walk – whether it’s one mile or six.

In 8 months I lost four stone. From doing nothing but walking my arse off. People didn’t recognise me, I felt really good about myself. I think for the first time in a long time I really was feeling myself, I was more than a mum and wife I was Sabrina. Something so small can make such a difference, I realised that my husband leaving was probably one of the best things that had ever happened to me and I started doing things that made me happy like going natural, being vegetarian, wearing clothes I liked, I am the person I want to be now.

Like an addiction losing weight is something you can only do when you and your body is ready, it’s even harder because we all need food to live, it’s not like alcohol where you can say “I know it’s bad for me so I’m going to give it up COMPLETELY”. The fight to control your urge to over eat is a daily struggle. Three times a day I have to decide I’m not going to eat my children’s left overs, or I’m not going to eat the last 2 biscuits and choose to eat something healthy, rather than something quick. The hardest thing of all is keeping it off.

So it’s been two years since I lost that weight, I’ve only put back on one stone, I could be despondent about that but I’m happy with that achievement I could have put it all back on, now I’m on a path to lose that and lose one more, 28lb, by the end of the year. That is more than doable.

I choose to be kind to myself about this, I work out, I just did the 5k race for life, I work, I look after my kids and this is not a race, but I really would like this to be the last year I’m fat.

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