MelScarlet
Full Member
Since I'm new here I figured I should start this diary with a bit of an introduction. I'm Mel :wavey: I'm 36 and I have been overweight since being a kid. I was always happy being a 'big girl', my size (I say size because I never, ever weighed myself) was steady and I was still really active. Then around about the time my youngest son was born 9 years ago life decided to pile the crap on me and the more crap I had to deal with the bigger I got. I would go through an entire week not leaving the house and my shyness developed into social anxiety.
The last couple of years I've really worked on picking my self-esteem up off the floor and pulling myself out of depression. I started my degree with the OU, I started wearing make-up again (instead of thinking it was a waste of time me even trying to look good), I started dyeing my hair the colours I really wanted and I got my first tattoo (and then my second and third)- basically all the things I always told myself I couldn't do because I was fat.
This last year I decided that I deserved to be healthier and started eating better and making vague attempts at getting fit and I did get a little smaller, but it wasn't enough I knew I needed to really go for it and decided to give slimming world a try. I got the books from ebay, because I'm just not at the stage I can deal with going to a group yet and got stuck in. So last Tuesday morning at 7am I was stood in the kitchen in my nightie ready to step on those scales for the first time in years... I was certain the scales would just come up with an error message and I was bracing myself to deal with that. First hurdle over- they weighed me- I weighed less than I feared, but more than I'd hoped. Posting my weight on my profile on here was a huge deal- I have never voluntarily told anyone how much I weigh, hell I wouldn't even tell myself.
WEEK ONE:
I had a great first week, I stuck to the plan 100%, loved the food I was cooking and didn't once feel like I was missing out on anything. I managed to exceed my activity target for the week- my exercise of choice for now is walking, I aimed for 10 miles with a mixture of terrains. But all week I was getting more and more anxious about the first WI, I woke at 5:30 this morning and just laid in bed worrying about it. 7am finally arrived and once more I was stood in the kitchen in my nightie, I stood on the scales (I'll admit I crossed my fingers a little at this point) and looked at just the last number and tell my husband I lost one pound. I was a little disappointed, but I was already giving myself a pep talk about not giving up. Then my husband told me "No, look again, that's 15lb". I think my squeal of excitement could be heard next door
Miles walked: 13.5
Lbs lost: 15
The last couple of years I've really worked on picking my self-esteem up off the floor and pulling myself out of depression. I started my degree with the OU, I started wearing make-up again (instead of thinking it was a waste of time me even trying to look good), I started dyeing my hair the colours I really wanted and I got my first tattoo (and then my second and third)- basically all the things I always told myself I couldn't do because I was fat.
This last year I decided that I deserved to be healthier and started eating better and making vague attempts at getting fit and I did get a little smaller, but it wasn't enough I knew I needed to really go for it and decided to give slimming world a try. I got the books from ebay, because I'm just not at the stage I can deal with going to a group yet and got stuck in. So last Tuesday morning at 7am I was stood in the kitchen in my nightie ready to step on those scales for the first time in years... I was certain the scales would just come up with an error message and I was bracing myself to deal with that. First hurdle over- they weighed me- I weighed less than I feared, but more than I'd hoped. Posting my weight on my profile on here was a huge deal- I have never voluntarily told anyone how much I weigh, hell I wouldn't even tell myself.
WEEK ONE:
I had a great first week, I stuck to the plan 100%, loved the food I was cooking and didn't once feel like I was missing out on anything. I managed to exceed my activity target for the week- my exercise of choice for now is walking, I aimed for 10 miles with a mixture of terrains. But all week I was getting more and more anxious about the first WI, I woke at 5:30 this morning and just laid in bed worrying about it. 7am finally arrived and once more I was stood in the kitchen in my nightie, I stood on the scales (I'll admit I crossed my fingers a little at this point) and looked at just the last number and tell my husband I lost one pound. I was a little disappointed, but I was already giving myself a pep talk about not giving up. Then my husband told me "No, look again, that's 15lb". I think my squeal of excitement could be heard next door
Miles walked: 13.5
Lbs lost: 15