Now, if I remember correctly, and that's not very likely right now, you asked something about ideal weights and staying there? Sorry it's taken me so long to respond. Umm, trying to think back now to what was going through my mind. I can remember that I hit my top of the mountain, and was seriously tempted to keep going. Then I went on hols with twin sis and older sis. Older sis made a remark that I would have to buy a whole new wardrobe all over again if I reduced any further. Now, this is after I'd had to buy clothes that vaguely fitted about 3 times within 18 months, and was seriously running out of money and fashion sense. Then soon after I saw a picture of me at my littlest. Similar to the experience of looking at a picture of yourself at your largest, it is a deeply emotional experience. I realised that I was beginning to look odd - honestly! I was not looking right anymore. I can't describe it, I appeared to have reached the top of the mountain and was somehow slipping down the other side... basically, it didn't look right anymore. So I stopped.
Being from a DNA pool that is able to put on weight by simply imagining deep-fried brie, let alone inhaling it, I have a natural propensity to gain weight. I went through about 3 years-ish of barely bothering about my weight because it just seemed to stay where it was. But a mixture of stress, having a chef for a boyfriend and being too busy (therefore less physically active) over the last year and a half has taken its toll. Today I'm a stone heavier than I want to be. It's something I kind of thought might happen, based on nearly 3 decades of struggling with blobbiness. However, now I'm not so worried about it, and that's for a variety of reasons: 1. I know that I'm a routine person. If I can fix a routine of eating and exercising, I will lose the weight consistently. 2. If it takes me longer than I hope, that doesn't matter because I am a gorgeous woman. 3. Even if my weight swings up and down over a period of time, I will never - repeat - never - return to the state I was in back in 1995. My tattoo reminds me of that. It was done as a stake in the ground during the journey up that mountain. This far I have come. I will never return to that place again. If I return thus far, I know that it is time to stop, turn around and glimpse that peak, knowing that I will reach it. Why? Because I've done it before. And one step today is two steps tomorrow. No matter how many times I slip, it is at this point that I will always stop.
That point for me was 11 stone. Never any further back down the mountain. To climb a mountain we place down a stake to prevent ourselves from falling back down.
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Being from a DNA pool that is able to put on weight by simply imagining deep-fried brie, let alone inhaling it, I have a natural propensity to gain weight. I went through about 3 years-ish of barely bothering about my weight because it just seemed to stay where it was. But a mixture of stress, having a chef for a boyfriend and being too busy (therefore less physically active) over the last year and a half has taken its toll. Today I'm a stone heavier than I want to be. It's something I kind of thought might happen, based on nearly 3 decades of struggling with blobbiness. However, now I'm not so worried about it, and that's for a variety of reasons:
1. I know that I'm a routine person. If I can fix a routine of eating and exercising, I will lose the weight consistently.
2. If it takes me longer than I hope, that doesn't matter because I am a gorgeous woman.
3. Even if my weight swings up and down over a period of time, I will never - repeat - never - return to the state I was in back in 1995. My tattoo reminds me of that. It was done as a stake in the ground during the journey up that mountain. This far I have come. I will never return to that place again. If I return thus far, I know that it is time to stop, turn around and glimpse that peak, knowing that I will reach it. Why? Because I've done it before. And one step today is two steps tomorrow. No matter how many times I slip, it is at this point that I will always stop.
That point for me was 11 stone. Never any further back down the mountain. To climb a mountain we place down a stake to prevent ourselves from falling back down.
Where's your stake?