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.