So, I actually began this blog at the start of 2012. New Beginnings to weight loss. This was going to be the year I finally lost ten stone and suddenly developed a body Kate Beckinsale would be jealous of.
Well, it didn't quite happen like that. I started the blog weighing 17 stone and change. My actual starting weight (read: the moment I got on the scales post uni final year and audibly gasped at the number) was 19 stone 5 pounds. I'd lost around two stone during 2011 but I decided 2012 was going to be. The. Year. I had been tippy typing away every day for a couple of months up until one moment where something silly happened and I posted on a friend's blog using this account by accident and had an instant stage fright moment and deleted the whole thing.
Stupid. Genuinely stupid. I feel that I would have weighed a lot less as I write this had I had some sort of diary based motivation to keep me on track. As it is this year I have lost three stone since January 31st and now weigh in around 14 stone 3-4 pounds (haven't leapt on my 'scales' in a while). A total weight loss of around five stone since the actual starting point sometime in 2011.
I am genuinely amazed that I managed to lose five stone. But at the same time, disappointed in the fact that I haven't lost more. And that is down to my own lack of self control. Let me start at the beginning...
My base weight for the last few years has hovered around the 18 stone mark. I wasn't entirely a couch potato. Prior to uni, however, I was fairly unfit. Like, walking wasn't something I was interested in because it would hurt on occasion. When I went to uni from 2007-2010 I had to get over that aversion pretty quick. As any university student will tell you, walking is the only means of getting around the place when you're on a budget and my walk to uni was just over a mile. A two mile round trip over the course of the day. The days I wasn't at uni were usually spent in the town. Another mile trip. So I was averaging, at the very least, two miles a day walking. This meant that even though I was eating crap on occasion...and drinking on more than on occasion I was fairly consistently the same weight.
But cut to third year and that all changed. Same amount of exercise but we spent much of our time toasting our last hurrahs with more nights out than usual and much more pizza. Hence my eyebrow lifting moment when I ambled onto the scales come homecoming. That was the moment I decided to change. And change I did..in the food department. But it was without the added help of real exercise. I have two little dogs I walk and (at the time) a new job which had me on my feet from 4-6 hours a day, but I was missing out on any actual cardio type activites.
Hence my new..new beginning come 2012. Santa had brought me a rowing machine. And I was destined to develop abs by 2013. Didn't quite work out like that as you might imagine. But this is already a lengthy blog post even for an intro-introduction. I'll pick it up on the morrow and attempt now to do sleep...considering it's 1am and I should already be unconscious (NB: I am an awful sleeper..I daresay it will get another mention at some point).
For now though my darlings. Good boo.
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