Around the beginning of 2010, I started chatting to a rather nice chap on Twitter. I believe that one of my comments to him was "Ooh, your username is also 1867 - we should get married."
Anyway, when Adam and I first got together, I was still a 12. My legs were dimply and my chin(s) were rather large. Still, the poor sod ended up going out with me. Fatty or not - he wasn't bothered. All together now; ahh.
I also got heavily involved with 4networking - which meant a lot of breakfasts. Sure, there's a continental option - but we've discussed this; I'm a pig. A couple of breakfasts per week didn't help. Oops.
However, 4N did introduce me to Darren Crookes - the king of Herbalife. It was the middle of the year and I had 2 weeks before the Leeds Festival. My size 12s were tight again and I was struggling to come to terms with the thought of flashing any flesh during my trip. I took Herbalife for a week and lost 8lb. Woohoo. In reality, it didn't stay off and I'd pretty much put it all back on by the time I went in hospital for my tonsils out 3 weeks later.
Ah, my tonsillectomy... possibly the worst month of my life.
I'd always suffered with my tonsils; I could literally stub my toe and I'd get a throat infection - it was ridiculous. I was also allergic to penicillin. Joys. Eventually, after 22 years of complaining (and 10 infections that year) I was admitted to Chesterfield Hospital for DAY SURGERY (yes, really) to have them removed, under general aneasthetic.
Needless to say, the whole thing went tits up. I ended up having major palpitations and left the hospital (yep, they still sent me home) about 6 hours later than I should have been going. For the next 3 weeks, not one piece of food passed my lips and I probably drank a litre or so of water during the whole time. One morning, the infection had gotten so bad that I was sent back to the hospital as I literally couldn't move.
Guess what they gave me?
WOOHOO. Penicillin.
One more week of being ill.
A true joy when you're self employed, let me tell you.
Over the month, I lost 16lb. I suppose it was worth it.
Not only that, my stomach shrunk due to the lack of action it had received (see my Slimming World blog) and I managed to keep off 15lb of the 16lb I had lost.
Of course, in the run up to Xmas, I put weight back on. Probably about half a stone. I was still in my size 10s, sometimes a 12 (damn you Zara and your teeny tiny sizes - God Bless you Tesco and Dorothy Perkins)
Don't worry - it's nearly over.
Just before Xmas, (the Wednesday before) I got the flu. I can now honestly say that I have never EVER had flu before, despite probably saying it a bazillion times. I was actually pretty chuffed that I'd had my tonsils out - if not, the infection would have definitely hit my throat and I'd have ended up on a drip in hospital on Xmas day.
Instead, I spent the festivities in my own bed. Again, not touching a morsel of food or alcohol. I drank litre after litre of water and just about survived to NYE for a trip to the Big Smoke.
So, that pretty much brings me to here. I'm a 10 again, a 12 if I've been a pig the day before. But I'm not happy. And I won't be until I'm back to the confident size 8 I used to be.
By doing this blog, I've put it out there and I need all 860 odd of you to make me do it. If I tweet about eating shite, stop me. (Allow me my gin though, there are more calories in a breath of air ffs) I need your encouragement.
I am undergoing hypnotherapy from the lovely @ClaireOnTheWWW - who is amazing. After just a quick session to start me off I already feel motivated. I still had some pizza last night though, due to vodka. Sorry. I won't do it again. Especially after next Wednesday when I am hypnotised again.
I'm determined guys, I really am. And, when I do - I will do another Owlettes shoot. There, Neil, you have it in writing. I'm sure there's a way of raising money for charity out of that too. We shall see.
I'm sorry for rambling on, but there's no point in starting a blog at the place I am. No point at all. Now you know the background, the reasons etc.
Please don't tell me that I 'don't need to lose it' or that I'm promoting something wrong. I'm not, I just want to be happy and healthy again and I am going to do it in the right way. I'll probably try and do a food diary too - we shall see. Obviously I won't expect you to read those - you'd have more fun pulling off your fingernails whilst in a deep conversation with Katie Price.
So, let's go.
Roll on size 8.
Age: 22
Marital Status: Relationship
Job: Sole Trader
Boobs: 32F
Dress Size: 10/12
Confidence: 3/10
I've read these and cried. As someone who was HUGE for most of her life then yes, the sizes here seem tiny by comparison. But its not about dress sizes, its about self image. No matter how many times you are told you are beautiful you aren't until YOU feel it. And if that takes a size 8 jeans then thats what it takes.
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