hehe that's my first post title that's been interesting in a while. Weigh day today and I've lost another kilo (67.8 kg now), woohoo? I'm becoming somewhat blase (sp) about my weight loss. It keeps chugging along even though I keep eating more and more crap. Don't get me wrong I'm
totally happy with losing but it just feels really strange, almost unrealistic, like it's happening to someone else's body. If weightloss for me was this easy what has stopped me from doing it for
SO many years?
I was constantly picked on all through school and still cry every time I think about it. Ever since I was like 8 or 9 I was considered to be a large girl. I have plenty of bad memories linked to this. Lots of nasty names and LOTS of tears but looking back now,
why the hell didn't I do ANYTHING about it? One of the worst memories that I have that still makes me cry to this day happened in form 2. I was about 11 years old and I weighed about 85-90kg, and we went on a 4-5 hour trek as part of a camp trip. This was fine except I kept getting behind, I couldn't keep up so they decided to put me in front of the crowd. In the place where I could set the pace and hear everyone moaning, b*tching, complaining and murmuring really nasty names. It was probably a few of the worst hours I've ever experienced. The worst part was that one of the teachers gave me a chocolate bar as a 'reward' for doing the walk, which caused the other kids to call me 'teachers little miss piggy'.
And another time on that camp I did something that the teacher waranted as courageous and as my reward said I could have another serving of icecream at pudding that night. The lady didn't know what was going on and so turned me down. I went back to the table and cried. Not because I wasn't getting more icecream but because all the boys in that hall were laughing at the whale that went up for seconds. After this camp finished my self-esteem was at an all time low. I hated everything, and everyone. My teachers, the other kids, but most of all myself. I went home and ate and ate and ate. By the time I got to 3rd form I was 98 kg. I had gotten better at ignoring nasty comments.
And then a couple angels came into my life. I doubt these people know the influence they have had on my life but they have just been amazing. These two angels were my friends Amy and Sarah. These girls befriended me despite my size and the fact that because I had low self-esteem I tended to be nasty back to people to 'protect' myself. They got me out of my rut. I started going for walks and just generally started moving more instead of sitting at home on the weekends and eating and feeling sorry for myself. By 5th form I was down to about 80kg, and I joined the gym in 6th form and got down to 72 (my lowest ever weight at this point). More and more people were nicer to me, because I was nicer to myself.
Now with this weight watchers thing I keep catching myself doing things that are self-destructive. Like mindlessly eating. I've finally been able to admit to myself that I don't actually feel like I deserve this. I was the one that put myself through that misery of being fat for so many years. What gives me the right to change now? Personally I would love to start a child obesity program or something along those lines to take around schools and teach them about health and nutrition and get something like 'life coachs' for those kids that are severely overweight. The world recognises the problem adults have with losing weight but the epidemic is spreading to kids. It makes me angry to know that there are kids out there going through what I did and they don't have to! Our government should be doing more. They really should.
God I'm exhausted. I needed to put that stuff down so that it wasn't in my head. I'm sure I'll be back to my normal self tomorrow. Right now I'm off to do some yoga.