First things first, eh?
At my heaviest, I think I was 160kg or more. Who, when they’re like that, willingly weighs themselves. Who has scales which CAN weigh them?
I got that down a bit in fits and starts but never moved out of the obese category. I did plenty of things to try to help, and some did, but it was hard to change habits permanently and I always returned to the cycle of low mood and over-eating spiralling around each other and making things worse.
When I started losing weight this time, I started off at 133kg and ended up (on a good day) just below 90kg which is where I am now and have been for a year or more. So I lost over 40kg. Around 95lb. Just under 7 stone. Quite a lot. A lot more from my peak – I may even be half my biggest ever weight.
I lost most of it in around 8 months. I was losing 1kg a week for around six months, starting in about June 2018. The rate of loss has slowed down and levelled off now, and I’d still like to be a little lighter, but my BMI hovers around 25 – the high end of “normal”, my body fat is low and I feel and look great.
Which means I’m pretty happy.
And, while over two years sounds like quite a long time, it still feels sudden and new and amazing to me. I have become someone I never though possible. I thought I had left normality behind as I left school, miserable and convinced of my own ugliness, and gradually, inexorably and unstoppably turned what was a fairly normal body into the bloated one I then occupied for the next thirty years.
I also, into the bargain, got fit.
The fact it all changed still amazes me daily. I absolutely love it. I didn’t think it was possible but, as it turned out, it was easier than I imagined.
This blog will explain, in small pieces, both what I did, how I did it and the impact it has had on my life. It’s not a guidebook for anyone, it’s just what worked for me. Hopefully it’s helpful for you too.