My problems with food began at an early age as previously mentioned. As a child, my parents were pretty strict on what I consumed once they noticed I was getting 'tubby', but on a weekend I would stay at my nan's, who would allow me to have a limitless supply of biscuits and chocolate, so any progress made during the week went out of the window!
As I mentioned in my previous post, there is no-one to blame for my current weight but me. My parents tried their best to curb my eating, get me to exercise and at times headway was made. In 2001 I went on a school trip to Kenya and trained hard with my dad to be able to climb Mount Kenya, which I did. But I was still overweight.
In 2003 I started weight watchers and was quite successful, losing over 3 stone. But gradually since then I've never really been able to stick to anything, and it's almost embarrassing now to say I'm embarking on a new healthy regime, as most people have heard it all before.
There's an awful lot of hostility out there for those of us who carry a lot of junk in the trunk. To a certain extent I understand people's issues. The drain on the NHS being quite a valid concern. We're up there with smokers on that score for certain people. And the fashion industry does its utmost to get people, especially women, to conform to certain ideals. To a certain extent the ranges for plus size are getting better, ASOS being at the forefront I'd say, and there are an awful lot of bloggers out there putting pressure on the high street to up the ante on the fashion front, and to this I couldn't agree more. No-one should be made to feel like they aren't worth the effort. I only wish the ranges that are out there now had been available when I was a teenager! Nothing like feeling like an outsider in your wide legged black trousers and flowing pink top, whilst the rest of your friends are in short skirts and tight tops!
But for me, I want to journey to a healthier version of myself because I'm sick of the everyday stresses that I have with being fat.
I hate worrying that I'm squishing people when I'm travelling in a car when there are three of us in the back. I hate going on planes and being uncomfortable in the seats (what a fun flight back from Australia that was last week!). I hate lying down in bed and finding my breathing is more difficult. I hate that my knee starts to act up when going up and down stairs. I hate the anxiety that I've felt, particularly in the last year, when meeting new people, getting on boats, being a bridesmaid, having a leaving party, eating in front of people, going food shopping etc etc etc!!!
This is my own personal journey. It's not me getting on the fatbashing bandwagon, it's me realising that if my dad can have a heart attack when he's an active mountain biker, a healthy eater and a healthy weight, what could happen not so far down the line for me if I'm already experiencing health issues when I'm only 26?!
It's time to curb this once and for all. And this time, I do mean it.
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