Where to begin

Where do I start !!

This I hope will be the first of many posts following my journey of weightloss. I really wish I had done this from the very beginning so I would have something to look back on to see how far I have come because this journey has been one of the hardest things Iv ever done.

It all begin when my grandfather passed away in November 2017,trying to squeeze my fat ass into my funeral clothes,you know the ones that only make an appearance for funeral or christenings and never see the light of day in between. Well that day had come and it’s a good job i thought about about my clothes a week before the funeral, could I get them done up,for love nor money would they go up. I breathed in,I lay on the bed,I tried poses that I don’t even think a flexible yoga person could do and they just would not budge. The time had come to face my biggest fear….the scales 😳 off I trotted downstairs and picked up the scales. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had stood on them,I avoided them like the plague. I stripped down to my birthday suit,closed my eyes and stepped on to the glass scales praying they wouldn’t crack under my bulking weight. The momentous truth was upon me,I glanced down and saw 19st 4lb.

I felt sick,ashamed,embarrassed,a failure. How could I let myself get like this,why did nobody tell me how big I had gotten,would I have listened even if they had.

My mood spiralled out of control,I was grieving the loss of my grandfather and trying to be strong for my mum. I had to go clothes shopping and felt disgusted at my reflection in the mirror as I tried on a size 26 skirt and top. It would do!!