Over the past few months I have put on weight.
There. It’s out there. I have been aware of it, but haven’t been able to get the motivation up to do something about it. I just don’t have the willpower to stop the sugary snacks and all the comfort/easy food. I find it all too easy to fall into the habit of ease (or laziness, if I’m going to be honest).
The past couple of weeks, it has really been getting me down. I feel the extra weight, and it is certainly noticeable in the mirror. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has gone through this. It has been since having Little K. I’m not blaming it on baby weight… 26 months in I’m fully aware that this is my entire fault! But. I am now almost 2 stone heavier than I was when I got pregnant. I’m not expecting to get back to my original shape/weight, my body has changed, and I love that. But I cannot carry on this way. I need to make a change.
Having been beating myself up for months about putting on weight, this weekend, I finally decided to do something about it. I set out my goals in my journal and I spent my Sunday prepping meals and ensuring I had lots of healthy snack options available. I have signed up to yoga in the office again and I may even pull my running trainers out!
So, woke up today, feeling all positive and mentally prepared. Packed my healthy lunch and snacks and headed to work feeling pretty great, knowing that I was finally making the changes I needed to…
9.30am. Was warming up my healthy pre-prepped egg muffins in the office kitchen, and a colleague turned to me ‘Congratulations! Not able to hide it anymore!’ and gestured to my stomach, clearly indicating that she thought I was pregnant.
I was in shock. I couldn’t even bring myself to tell her that she had got it wrong. I just stood there and ignored it and started talking about something else. I feel sick. I knew I had put on weight, and I have consciously been dressing in baggier clothing to hide my figure. But I genuinely did not think it had got bad enough that people would think I was pregnant… Cue starvation mode. I walked back to my desk and actually wanted to cry.
If I ever needed an extra bit of motivation. That was it.
(On a side note: How are you meant to respond to this sort of comment ‘Thanks but actually I just got fat’?!)
This is it. No messing around. Full commitment to my body and my health. From right now.
Any inspiration/motivation fully welcome! Anyone else on a road to better health? Let’s do this together!