A new beginning. I sit here smelling weird after Zumba class. Hence the title. So let me begin by giving you the juicy stats. Following that generic, numbery section will follow a little bit of background on how I ended up where I am today. Let us commence.
Generic Number Section
So I am 26 years old, I am 5 foot 9 inches tall (depending on who measures me or how hunchbacked I am that day – this is always give or take an inch) and weigh 207lbs. Or 14 stone 11 lbs. I don’t know what it is in kilos or metric – I’m a bit retro like that, hope you don’t mind! I’m also British therefore seem to be allowed to ignore the fact that the rest of the world has embraced the metric system and can still buy cheese by the “quarter”. Not that I buy cheese. That would be baaaaaaad.
Okay whatever, I buy cheese. I hope you don’t mind that either.
I haven’t done my measurements, basically because I can’t be bothered and also because I know realistically I never use them as a measure of my weight loss. I just put on my white shirt and if the buttons gape I know I’m a porker this week, and if they sit nicely I know I’m doing it right. Simple yet effective I think you’ll find.
History of Suzy
So I don’t think it’s too melodramatic of me to say that food and I have always had a bit of a rocky relationship. In fact it’s kind of hard for me to remember a) a time I didn’t feel self-concious b) a time when I wasn’t overweight c) the defining point where my weight issues really became, you know, big fat ISSUES with a capital everything!
All I know is when I was eight I remember asking all the boys I was friends with how much they weighed and a thirteen year old telling me he weighed two stone less than me. Screwy food thoughts come on down!!!
So I was always overweight, then I left school at 15 and went to a technical college to study cookery, and while I excelled in my course (oh boy oh boy was the patisserie class good!) I also excelled in eating all of the scrummy food, and in doing little exercise, and in eating even more food when I got home. Mmmhmmmm not good at all. And I never weighed myself basically because we didn’t have scales, but I remember getting on the scales my Mum had recently purchased one day and just staring at them. In utter gob-smacking tear-jerking panic-rising disbelief. I was almost 19 stone, 266lbs.
Well that was enough to shock me into dieting, and into doing a bit of exercise and getting a bit active. So despite a tendency to secretly binge I think that I did quite well all things being considered. I never went to diet class or had any formal support, plus I come from a “big” family so therefore my family would often say I looked fine/didn’t need to change/was being a bit of a weirdo. Of course I was deeply unhappy and using food to get me through the hard times, but I had no idea at the time, as far as I was concerned my behaviour was normal. But despite all these roadblocks by the time I moved to St Andrews in Fife, when I was nineteen I weighed 17 stone and was intent on the whole “fresh start” thing. So I did the inevitable – I joined the gym and I joined Weight Watchers and I worked my butt off quite literally….I got down to 14st8lbs. And that brings us bang up to date, I’ve hovered and yo-yoed for the past five years around the 14/15st mark, at my lowest I got down to 14st5lbs (that was a HAPPY day!) which happened earlier this year, but I’ve bobbed and flabbed my way back up again now, due to a period of stress, and am at the point of attacking the rest of the weight with gusto and enthusiasm and optimism – which is a totally new approach for me, trust me!
So to scare away Lady Fatula I’m using a different approach this time, because quite frankly diet mentality sucks. Who wants to put food into little boxes of “good” and “bad” or feel guilt because they had one too many satsumas? Not me. I’m working on a healthy mental approach to what I put in my mouth, on eating till I’m full and stopping. On not obsessing or feeling anxious about where the next meal is/what it’s going to be/if I’m going to overeat. To also eating my five-a-day and having treats, but not to excess.
Also I’m exercising like a squirrel on caffeine, and finding a way to do it so that I can look forward to it and have it as my happy time. Zumba helps with this as do power walks beside the sea as does running running running along the Lade Braes with kick-ass tunes thumping into my ears.
Also I’m doing something new for me which is EFT. It’s kind of like acupuncture that you do on yourself, but without the needles and whilst being incrrrredibly cringe-worthy in terms of the things you have to say to yourself (lots of love and self-acceptance all round cringe cringe cringe) , it’s worked really well for me. I’m not here to recommend things because whatever works for one person may not work for others, but all I know is my cravings are well and truly under control now thanks to this wacky and interesting self-help technique!
So that my friends, is my history and my strategy. Oh boy oh boy that was long! Also add this blog now to that strategy and I think we have a winning combo of lovely positively sumptuous ways to help me not be the fat girl anymore! Bring. It. On. Raaaaarr.