Oh and something else.
I have told you how fat and ill and unfit I was.
It was too much to get myself just off the couch,
Then walking around the house,
Then kept moving
Kept walking
Kept dancing as I dried the dishes,
Kept pushing, inch by inch.
Now I cycle to the gym, do 30 mins in the room with the rowing machine, cross country machine, treadmill etc
The 30 mins in the wright room
Then in the pool, if I am not swimming a length, then I hold the side of the pool and do stretches or excercises, in the water.
Oh and by the way, all the snobby brilliant swimmers all tutted at me when I did a width really really slowly to start with. Now the gutters are my friends.
Then I cycle home the long long way.
Now I told you, at he beginning I couldn’t do the diet cold turkey.
I had to break the wall down into bricks.
Shall I change just one meal a day to start with?
Shall I count the calories if one meal a day and keep it to 300?
Shall I try just salad or veg for one meal a day?
Shall I cut the carbs in one meal a day.
Now I am eating with bs diet way for 80% of the time.
I am not perfect, I am human.but I have noticed my tastes have changed.
I went into a takeaway shop, and had to rush back out as it smelt so greasy it made my tummy flip!!
So team, whether you are thinking about starting or one day one, or about seven months in like me, just keep going.
But I never told you my blood work figures, my tablets that I had to take. My symptoms.
I decided not to prattle on about that junk.
They were in the corner of the room but I did not give the valuable time here on the blog.
Slowly they faded into nothingness.
The only mention I did, was to acknowledge I am off all medication.
I didn’t do a song and dance over it. I didn’t love them. I wanted them to divorce me, to pack their bags, to leave me forever, to walk down the road and forget my address.
I have the same attitude with my blubber, I have only mentioned the size 26 that was elasticated and too tight.
Do I got a baseball bat and mentally beat the living daylights out of each pound.
I was angry with the blubber, it made my life hell, made me ill, made me not live life to the full.
So I take each pound. I think if it as a glob of ugly yellow slimy dense smelly shap the size of a paperback book.
I visualise me beating seven shades of ¥$><<~%€$¥ out if it,, it gets smaller and smaller until it’s gone. It feeds off me being unhealthy, but when I cycle or dance or move, it screams and shrinks, smaller and smaller.
(Yes I know a shrink would have field day with me).
I try to show that it isn’t an essential part of me, that it is a parasite hanging on to me sucking the life out if me. So when I exercise, I imagine me with a baseball bat, bag! Take that, wack, take that!! Etc.
Some people may find it easier and less disturbing, to visualise themselves in a size 12.
I need the aggression as motivation.
So what’s the next step?
Building my self confidence, building the inner me. I have been hiding in this fat suit for far too long. It’s time to step out into the sunshine and feel the warmth in my face……..
Love Lucia
Xxxx