10 months ago I stood on a scale at my first Weight Watchers meeting and I was told I weighed 13 stone 11 lbs (193 lbs). I smiled a watery little smile at the leader and said with faux cheer “not to worry, that’s the last time I’ve ever weigh that much”.
I was determined, and I was motivated but I still left that first meeting and sat in my car weeping before I could face going home. At 5 foot 4 inches I wasn’t overweight, I was obese and I’d spent the last 2 years in complete denial of how I looked and more importantly how I felt.
10 months ago, I struggled to walk up a flight of stairs without getting breathless.
10 months ago, I struggled to fit into a pair of uk size 20 jeans (US size 16)
10 months ago, I thought losing 20 lbs seemed impossible let alone 50 lbs
10 months ago, I told myself I was too overweight to workout
10 months ago, I decided enough was enough!
I lost weight steadily, 6 lbs the first week, 4lbs the second and then 1-2 lbs a week on average until Christmas. Sure there were weeks when I didn’t lose anything at all but when you look at the overall picture the trend showed one thing – I was losing weight, and I was happy!
Boy was I happy – I found a “new” me; a me that cared a lot more about myself about the things I chose to fuel my body with; a me that got ridiculously excited about every single victory, on and off the scale
I celebrated the first time I fit into an old pair of jeans that had been living in the “thin box” in my closet
I celebrated wearing skinny jeans, a feat I never thought possible [at one stage I couldn’t get a pair of skinny jeans over my foot….which led me to curse a lot about skinny jeans but also to cry about my fat feet!!]
I celebrated losing my first stone (14 lbs) and each subsequent stone after that!
I celebrated losing 3 stone (42 lbs) before Christmas and then even more when I remained the same weight even after all the holiday celebrations.
I celebrated the first time I completed a 5km run, something I’d only dreamed of before - it was hard but I could do it
I celebrated the first time someone noticed I’d lost weight
I celebrated me again!
After Christmas I moved from Ireland to South Carolina and while nearly everything about my life changed one thing stayed constant – Weight Watchers. I joined a class here and went every week. I had some great weeks and some not so great weeks, ups and downs and it took nearly 5 months to lose the last 15 odd lbs but during that time I learnt a lot about how to live and eat healthily in a country known for its massive portions and junk food.
Achieving my goal weight means more to me than I can express in words, it’s a feeling of deep personal achievement and pride in myself. It’s a feeling of joy at the person I’ve become along the way. It’s a feeling of confidence that I’ve learnt the lessons required to keep me keep at my forever weight forever.
So the next phase of my journey begins, I need to learn how to keep my weight the same. I’ve spent 10 months doing everything I can to lose weight and now I need to find balance. Learn to eat the right food in the right amount to stay the same rather than loose weight and also to make sure I don’t do the opposite and think that I have a free pass to eat all around me.
I made a promise to myself 10 months ago that I would get to goal – I did it!
Today I make a promise to myself that I will stay at goal, whatever it takes there’s no going back!
I did it!!