Right. Here we go …
Today is the start of my new nutrition and training programme.
Ok, ok, I *know* you’ve heard this before and yes, I have had a few false starts over the last few months but this weekend was the turning point for me. On Saturday morning I broke down in tears over how much weight I’ve put on – 12 kgs in the last year (I shit you not), which is a LOT on a 163cm frame! I bawled about how I can’t fit into any of my clothes anymore, sobbed about feeling like crap all the time and slumped to a new all time low about how awful I look.
Today. THIS day, things change.
What makes it different this time? Well, apart from hitting complete rock bottom, I have enlisted some help. I have asked Sir G to get involved and give me a hand. I’ve tried a few times by myself and failed miserably. I don’t want to fail again. I want to, want to, want to damn well succeed this time and if that means I have to have someone else watching, pushing, encouraging, policing and tracking my progress, then so be it! I can’t do *everything* by myself, I have decided (obviously), so I swallowed my pride and asked Sir G to assist. Mmk, he’s not really a pushy person at all and I *do* need rather a strong hand at times, so we’ll see how it goes. But he’s been training again for about a month now and he’s already packed on about 3kgs of muscle and can I just say … PHWOAR!!!!
There’s no way I’m going to tell you what I weigh now, or what my measurements are – I’m just far too embarrassed! But, all in all, I’m optimistic about my transformation. I feel different already – my mind is in the right place and I committed to spending the next 6 months getting in the best shape I possibly can. I really owe it to myself.
Of course, the hardest part for me is going to be the night time snacking – that is my weak spot! Aaargh … to NOT lie in bed and nibble on crap is going to be sooooo difficult. But, I’m just going to have to suck it up and give the Cookie Monster the finger. I’m not going even one more DAY feeling miserable about this stupid bloody weight story.
I want to feel good about myself again;
I want more energy;
I want to fit into my clothes;
And, DAMMIT, I want to look good out of them too 😉