So, for about 2 years I rejected the notion of obesity surgery. In my mind, it represented my failure to lose weight through diet and exercise. I was very body positive, and love(d) my curves – I dressed stylishly (thank goodness for Next, H&M+, NewLook Inspire, and ASOS Curve!), and I felt fine… Sort of.
On holidays with my daughter, or on certain trips with friends, I was always the straggler at the back, more out of breath than most of them, and struggling to do the activities I was so comfortable with 10 years ago… 10 YEARS! Had I really been this big for 10 years now? Where did the time go? What happened to ‘I’ll get fit soon’?
So, when last year I went up to a size 22, it scared me. I wasn’t eating big portions (why does everyone think fat people are gluttonous? *angryface*), but I knew I was carb heavy, and the quality of my food could be better. Weekends were when I’d ‘treat’ myself, invariably with a take out (not total junk food, but rich food)… I knew my relationship with food wasn’t the best it could be, and I needed help.
I realised, I haven’t been at my optimal health or fitness for too long… If this is how 40 feels, how will I be at 50 if I don’t take action now? Well, the answer was right in front of my face. My mother.
My beautiful mum has been around a size 18/20 for about 20 years, and she has type 2 diabetes, arthritis in her knees, and aches and pains in her muscles. She was my future.
I realised I needed an intervention to get healthier, and I sought help from a counsellor to help guide me on my journey…