When I first signed up to My Fitness Pal way back in 2011 I knew I had found something that I would enjoy, I had previously counted calories in a book (like I watched my mum doing for years previously), and having a website/app to do this on just really got me hyped up. I thought wow, this is it, I will reach my goal weight in no time!
My starting weight was 270 pounds, just over 19 stone, 122.5 kg. Not a good weight to start at, I still marvel at how I got to that weight (and it wasn’t even the last time I was there!).
My weight loss was very quick in the beginning, I dropped to 225 within 4 months, then hit a bit of a blip and gained a little, and reached 215 in November 2012. All I could think is just over a stone till I’m in the 100’s. I was so excited, feeling good, looking back though I was still eating crap, but not too much of it. Something changed however and I started on a gaining streak, I took my eye off the ball, and the weight piled back on.
By May of 2013 I was back to 260, almost right back where I had started. I managed to get back down to 243, going in the right direction, then my mum died in September 2013. As you can imagine, weight loss was literally the furthest thing from my mind, in fact I almost took this as a cue to rebel, eat whatever I wanted in whatever portion size I wanted, who could blame me I thought? The next year and a half where a bit of a yoyo, bouncing between 260 – 230, then my dad was diagnosed with a brain tumour and off I went again, eat eat eat, I lived on takeaways. I juggled staying with my dad part time, being a mother, and completing my undergraduate degree, but my health suffered, I smoked, ate whatever I wanted, my asthma was awful, I could barely walk any distance and my weight was back at that all time high of 270 pounds. What a depressing time that was, at times I just couldn’t see a way out.
Just before my dad died at the end of May 2015, I promised him I would stop smoking, he was worried for me, he had smoked himself and quit many years previously. He also worried about my weight, general health. I quit smoking less than a week after he died, and I’m now about to reach two years free. I lost half a stone within that first week of him dying too. I knew I had to do it, and especially to not replace smoking with food. It didn’t matter how long or hard it was, I was going to improve my health, for me, for them, for my children.
It’s taken me two years, but I am now down four stone. Additionally to that I am the lowest weight I have ever been on My Fitness Pal, 213.5 pounds which is a massive milestone for me. Looking at my all time weight loss chart for years and seeing that low point in 2012 has driven me mad over the years.
It has not been straightforward, I had a blip and gained for a while but instead of reaching that 270 pounds I turned it around and have progressively lost. I am far from the fastest loser, it has been frustratingly slow in fact! However I had lost/gained for years and I am sure this messed up my metabolism and queues for weight loss. Plus it’s not a race, they say it’s more indicative of long term stability to lose it slowly, I don’t know for sure whether that’s true but I tell myself it is.
My diet is spectacularly good compared to any previous weight loss attempts, in fact compared to any period in my life. I exercise more than I ever did, I am generally more active, even with a full time desk job. I get up early, meditate, walk, run, do yoga, eat well and feel good inside and out. I’m grateful for life, and I’m even grateful for the weight loss journey. It has taught me a lot about myself I would never have known otherwise, and I know when I get to a healthy point somewhere down the line I am going to be so proud of myself, and so happy for being there. I already am.