Yep. That’s right. I have, over the past 9 months, managed to stack on an impressive 7.5kgs. Again I will say it’s the heaviest I have been in my life. Ever.
To say it came as a complete shock was an understatement, but I must say that now I actually know the truth, I can start from here. I had been avoiding the scales for a good nine months. Now that I am back on Weight Watchers I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to stand on that horrific little machine as it blasted out numbers I didn’t want to hear.
I am so good at hiding my weight with clothing that I thought I was at least 10kgs lighter.
My weight issues have been with me since I can remember. I always felt like the biggest person in the class: the fattest person. Looking back on photographs I wasn’t at all. This feeling did, however, lurk with me during my 20’s and 30’s manifesting in me always buying clothes that were at least 2 sizes too big. A classic case of body dysmorphia.
Now I think I look 2 sizes smaller than I actually am and it’s scared me beyond belief.
Another way of the universe telling me it’s time to look after myself. Dear universe, you have been heard.
Good work getting back on the scale! One victory is already under your belt.
I started WW a month ago at the heaviest I’ve ever been. We know we need to make changes, or every month we’ll continue to be the heaviest we’ve ever been.
It feels good to know you’re starting something better, no? 🙂
Thanks for that! Love following you on twitter – nice to know that you can be inspired from such a distance.
I totally agree – you have to start somewhere and this is my somewhere.
C x