Wow. Confession time: I took an I underwear shot of my self on the 3rd October (when I officially restarted), and took a follow up one just now .... and I see a difference
Okay, Kelly Brooks' career is safe but I see a slight loss on the tum & thighs. I'm going to measure myself in the morning as visually it's harder to judge, while inches can't be argued with.
It's interesting how focused on myself I am too. I know a real 'negative nelly' (my ex-husband) who always tries to find out if I'm dieting and then sabotages me (one memorable visit he turned up with a24 pack of cheese and onion crisps - my usual poison) and for the last three days he just won't leave me alone. Yesterday saw five missed (read: ignored) calls! And I couldn't care less
I want to be free. Free of the expectations and needs of others (especially those not in my immediate nuclear family), free of subtle put downs and illogical competitiveness. Free of the burdensome wants of a man that emotionally and mentally abused me for years and that I divorced 13 YEARS ago! Every time I try to move on... He's there trying to mess with my head. I'll tell you the worst thing. We travelled abroad for my Father's funeral last November. We were gone 11 days & my son's father volunteered to move in and feed my cat. You can imagine how gruelling, devastating and truly horrible my son & I found those 11 unexpected horrifying days. We walked in, Sunshine Boy went up to his room, I'm still in my airport clothes (after travelling, with transfers, for 12-ish hours the clothes were ready to stand on their own!), have just started running the bath and was making a cup of coffee .... When this pig launches a verbal attack on me. He had searched my whole home for 11 days, (including my old- forgotten - in - drawers - mobile phones) "how dare I have men friends?" he says; He hacked my online dating accounts, I'm "clearly not the decent woman I pretend to be", how dare I date, I'm sickening, blah, blah, blah. And the worst thing? I was so bereaved, so in shock (as he loomed over me shouting) I'm ashamed to say I started explaining myself!!!?!???! That anger and sense of violation - which I've been carrying around for the last year - has led me to some realities about myself. I'm a strong bold woman; confident, independent focused, solvent. Why am I treating myself like im less? Why am I even friendly with this loser? We don't have sex, I own my home, he visits his son every other weekend - but I let him check up and bug me every day. Why? I eat and eat and eat the savoury food I adore, I cook for an army on the match and eat most of it myself .... And the truly sad part? His searching led him to reading up about a man I had met and dated who was actually precious to me; this new guy (we'll call him RC) made me feel Beautiful. He read all of our private messages all of this lovely man's private thoughts. I felt as if I had betrayed RC's trust, so I backed away. Yes. Clever, insightful, together Beverley backed away from "just-maybe" happiness. I haven't been in love for 13 and a half years. 13 and a half YEARS. And my ex - husband barking at me "who the hell is this RC? I can tell he has deep feelings for you. Are you sleeping with him?" - made me let him go. I let RC go. RC was so confused and wanted to be there for me in my grief ... but it felt tainted somehow. I'm so sorry RC. It's taken me a year of self loathing, emotional overeating, major life changes to get back to the 'Me' I truly am. The 'me' I was before the food, the obesity, the bullying. And when I get to goal, I'm going to find RC and see what's what
So that's my mini plan (beyond loving and nurturing 'Me' on this Change Of Life journey) give my healthy, best, self a chance to love again....