I looked in the mirror for the first time in a long time, in just my birthday suit, and was absolutely devastated at the size of my body. The most daunting was how enormous my tummy is, which is now accompanied by an apron belly and fupa to boot. I didn’t recognise myself at all, and spent a good hour crying on my bed and doom scrolling weight loss information.
I know moving has been harder, I get worn out easily, I have lower back pain that makes life difficult. My clothes don’t fit, I can’t get up off the floor without looking ridiculous, even rolling over in bed is getting harder. But still, I didn’t realise the severity of my weight gain until I looked into that damn mirror.
I know CICO is key. I know I need to move more. I know that is works. But right in this moment, I feel overwhelmed, hopeless and utterly depressed. I feel I’ve wasted my life.
Change has to happen, and I’m typing this all out as a way to take accountability, and remind myself of the WHY.
Honestly, any words of encouragement would be so appreciated, particularly from women with similar stats to my own 😔
And so it begins. 31f in Australia - 5”4 - 119kg (262lbs) - May 11, 2025
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