A few years ago I did Michelle Bridges 12wbt and the above quote is something that has stuck in my head ever since. It hasn’t stuck there because I agree with it, it’s stuck there like a thorn in my side, a point of contention for the things that I believe to be true to myself. I could rant all day about the things that I found wrong with the challenge, but that is not what this post is about.
Yesterday, while eating my lunch at 4pm, I had a bit of an epiphany. Some may call it a brain fart and they may be right but let’s not get caught up in the details. I’ve talked before about knowing how to lose weight, and that it’s not the theory I have trouble with but the practical application.
I’m morbidly obese. I’m still coming to terms with my age and my clothing size being nearly the same. I’m not happy with the reflection but that’s not what this is about. This isn’t about weight, or food or compulsion. This is about the diet industry. This is about my brain, and how it can either be an ally or my worst enemy.
Last weekend I entered a competition through Tork’s Blog to win a 3 month membership with The Biggest Loser Club. I told myself that if I won, this would be it, it was time to change. This isn’t just about losing weight, this is about getting healthy, getting active and feeling better on the inside.
So last week I started ‘another’ weight loss challenge. The eating effort in the first week was dismal. I ate take aways most of the time. A week long gastro bug was my only saviour so I lost 2kg. Gastro bug has gone now, so I really have no excuse.