This little lot represents 72 days of on-track eating…binge-free, junk-free, snack free:
…from the day I started working with Alex right up to and including yesterday.
That feels pretty good.
So what’s the big fucking deal?!
I have done this before. I went binge-free for over 2 years. I then slipped right back into my binge-eating ways and was consuming copious amounts of shit food. I was seriously contemplating taking the weight loss surgery even though I knew deep-down that it wasn’t going to work for me unless I got my head back in the game. Yet when my head is in the game, I don’t need the surgery…as the weight comes off – funny that!
Ah, yes…the weight. I think it’s 37.5lbs off in 72 days – or 2st 9.5lbs – or just over 17kgs.
The weight isn’t the most important part though – but it is the whole point of this shit I guess!
The feeling of being in control is pretty fucking awesome.
The feeling of heading in the right direction again, towards the life that I want, is pretty fucking awesome.
The feeling of starting to use my body again, feeling my muscles working and aching, is pretty fucking awesome.
The feeling of being someone that my niece and nephew can look up to is pretty fucking awesome.
It’s not a bad feeling!
Now don’t get me wrong – life is far from fucking rosy and I am juggling quite a lot of shit at the moment. On top of all the shit, I am trying to work out where life is heading…but that stuff is too deep to get into right now and I have stuck it in the little mental box labelled ‘Do not open!’
I have to fight every day to stay on track.
On that note – I find it really fucking irritating when people say, ‘Oh I wish I could be like you…I find it so hard, you are doing so well.’ I understand that they are feeling shitty and desperately want to make changes – and are showing their support. But it feels kind of belittling in a way…as if I don’t find it hard. If you want something enough then you will do something about it…last year, I didn’t want it enough and saw my progress slipping away from me. Not any longer.
I live with someone who eats junk food day in day out. It’s hard to live with that.
I work with people who enjoy bringing in share bags of chocolate, cakes, and packets of biscuits. It’s hard to live with that.
I have a family who adore food and the more junk and calorific the food, the better. It’s hard to live with that.
Let’s not even get started on the adverts on TV, or the junk piled high as you walk into the supermarkets. It’s hard to live with that.
Let’s not even get started on the long hours, endless meetings sitting on my arse, and stress of the job. It’s hard to live with that.
But I tell you what is fucking harder…living life in a way that you don’t want to live it.
If you want something badly enough then you have to fucking fight for it. Don’t give up!
Maybe try something different though…if what you have been doing for years isn’t working for you, then it could be time for a shake-up!
I wonder what the next 72 days have in store?!
Thank you for reading,
Weight Loss Bitch xxx