To be honest it hasn’t really been a problem to me. It isn’t something that has necessary effected my everyday life. Comfortable. Confident. Healthy. Happy.
I know it got worse when I was at uni. Drinking too many nights a week. Eating pizza because it was cheap. Sleeping all day, then working or partying til early hours of the next morning. The cycle continued. Over and over and over.
I think what made it harder to realise was there was never really a time when I wasn’t. There is no photos after about the age of 12 where I was something else.
Pretty much my whole family fights the same battle. Ingrained in us since birth. Family culture. Not really knowing any different.
We play sport. A lot of sport. Netball, basketball, soccer. No one really believes us though.
It has taken a long time to get to this point. To this realisation that a change should be made. Under no circumstances do I want my girls to morph into overweight versions of themselves.
I see the way my daughter’s look at me. They don’t know any different. They think mummy is perfect. They don’t yet know how you should look or what you should weigh.
My history with healthy eating is varied. I lost 15 kilograms about four years ago. Then the plateau hit. Stronger than any wall of brick. Tougher than any promises of tomorrow. I got stuck. Stuck in a satisfaction rut.
Had a couple of babies. Fluctuated up and down before firmly landing back on plateau land: population me.
It is hard when you are caring for everyone else. Your husband and your babies. Forgetting about yourself.
In reality my history of dieting was committed for day one, then like a little weighty balloon went a little like this:
Never really enjoying it. Never even really committing to it.
So now I have hollered at the team from Michelle Bridges 12WBT for a little help.This is the first step. Here is my chance to get some changes happening.
As I have learnt you are not allowed to reward yourself with food (thank you Pinterest gods for setting me straight on that – see above) I shall instead reward myself with my second favourite vice – Fashion.
Here is my declaration to all my Nest family. If I manage to lose 10 kilograms while on the 12WBT I will reward myself with Ray Bans baby..If by some absolute miracle I manage to lose more than that (say about 20) then I envisage this bad boy might be entering my wardrobe of love:
I would love to hear from you if you have done the 12WBT program previously or if you are giving it a whirl this round. I would love some support from fellow Nesters who are claiming time for themselves.
If this is something you have even been thinking about why not jump on board and we can give it a go together -> 12WBT invite