Woah, I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I have a waist. A waist! My shoulders and hips are wider than my waist. Visibly wider. This was not my intention when I started taking exercising more seriously.
Honestly, I’m a big girl. Have been most of my life. Yes, I’ve tried to lose weight in the past. I still have my Weight Watchers membership, though I don’t actually use it. But never have I lost so much weight in such a short period of time.
A couple of months back when my hair was falling out, family members were in and out of hospital and I was pretty stressed with the general thought of living through my daily routine I was 165cm tall and 81 kg. 81kg and with no intention of trying to lose the weight anytime soon. I was stressed, frazzled and generally lost in a cloud of mental “arghhhhh!!!” but I had no doubt of my self-worth and that I was loved for being me, regardless of my weight.
Then I discovered endorphins. Endorphins are like a really, really good drug. It didn’t take long, but now I think I’m addicted. And that comes with its own set of complications for a girl who stresses out having to fit multiple things into one day (mothers, I don’t know how you do it).
I make time to exercise now. When it was about weight loss, I focused on the food and would only exercise when I found the time. Exercise was like a weight loss ‘bonus content’. Now it’s the ‘feature film’.
So, today, after setting several exercise – not weight loss – goals and working towards them over several weeks, I weigh in at 73kg. The lightest I’ve been in several years. Lighter than I ever achieved with Weight Watchers. And with no change to my diet.
Here I am, World. 8kg lighter, with baggy jeans, an addiction to endorphins and still no doubt in my mind that I’m loved for being me.