*Picture of my waist measurement – in case you can’t figure it out
About this time last year, I decided I had enough. I had enough of all the body aches and unexplained sharp pains that would just shoot through my body from my hip all the way to the neck. Those pains could leave me immobilised for minutes. I had enough of the huge painful abrasions I get on my inner thighs after wearing a skirt for an entire day. They could get so painful I couldn’t walk for a bit. I had enough of panting like mad just walking up 3 flights of stairs. Work had taken over my life for 3 years and it was slowly but surely killing me.
I started taking time to exercise. Be it a run on the treadmill or an exercise video, I exercised 4-5 times a week. I told myself I had to do it. I just had to if I didn’t want to feel so sick anymore. I watched what I ate and counted calories but I didn’t diet. I didn’t eat a single salad because I know I would never be able to keep it up. I still had my chocolates every day but I watched how much I ate.
It was tough. I GAINED 7kg (which is about 15 pounds) in the first 2 months. My clothes fit the same but the scale was really scaring me. Then I decided to keep doing it but stop weighing myself. I kept telling myself it was muscle mass it was muscle mass. When I was much younger, in my teens, I had taken so many diet pills and been on so many crash diets that I was anorexic for a while so my body was wrecked and my metabolism was at an all time low. My body muscle ratio was really low thanks to the lack of exercise this past decade. So I had to keep telling myself it’s all 7kg of muscle.
Soon I began to feel good. I felt stronger. A little fitter. But it still wasn’t easy. It took about 6 months before the clothes really began to get loose. It took 8 months before the people at work noticed.
This week, some 11 months after I started, I took up the measuring tape for the first time since that first measurement….. and this is the result.
It’s not where I want to be yet, but I’m proud of myself. Really.