I thought I’d post some pictures here, to give myself a big kick up the bum. Between 2007 and 2009, I lost 7 stone, and was 2 stone (ish) off my goal weight when I got pregnant. The lovely Cub was born 9 months ago, and I am carrying an extra 2 stone of baby weight.
Here’s me at my biggest, dress size 26.
How did I feel about myself then? A bit shit, to be honest, I don’t think many people enjoy being overweight. It wasn’t something I dwelled on a lot, but I knew it wasn’t healthy and I knew something had to be done, I just never got round to it.
But one day, something clicked, I joined a gym, sorted out my diet, and 18 months later….
Here’s me at my smallest, dress size 14/16. I would love to be that size again!
As you can see, not at all what you’d call skinny, and I still had a fair bit of weight to lose, but the fact that I dare to wear a strapless dress speaks volumes. (I want that tan back too, does anyone want to take me on holiday??) I was confident, really happy with my level of fitness, and still losing weight in a really healthy way… right until I got knocked up. Damn you, husband, damn you! Of course I wouldn’t change that for the world but I do wish I had laid off the cakes while I was pregnant.
Now I’m a size 18, so closer to picture 2, but nowhere near as confident or as fit. I was going to post a picture of what I look like now, but I have no full length photos at all- just shows how camera shy I have been for the past few months!
I am totally focussed though, I know I can get back to where I was, and then carry on down to my ideal weight. Bring. It. On.
(PS, I must confess to nicking this idea from my husband- his before and after photos are on his website here . Check it out!)