I do Throwback Thursdays over on the other blog, and looking back at old pictures shows how skinny I used to be.
During my teenage years I had a bottomless pit of a stomach and was always tipping the scales at 7 1/2 stone and wore a size 8, until I hit about 21/22 years old then the weight started creeping on.
Now 3 kids later I am 3 stone heavier and wearing – depending on the shop – a size 12/14 to a size 16!
I am mortified at myself! I know people will look at me and say I am not fat, and I am not claiming to be huge, just that I am fat for me. I don’t carry the extra weight well, and have trouble finding things to fit me properly. My boobs are huge which is about the only thing I like about the extra weight, Lee isnt complaining on that front lol.
It is all self inflicted, and only I can change it. The icing on the cake was when I tried on my swimsuit for holiday – one was a 12 the other a 14 – both were too small especially in the boob department, so I tried some tankini ones on the other day in Matalan.
I had to get a size 14 top and size 16 bottoms. I’m not going to lie those numbers disgust me, I know that I will never be a size 8 again but I think a size 10 is more feasible.
My diet and lifestyle needs a complete overhaul, but I need the household to be on board as well as there is no way I am cooking different meals for everyone. On of my things on my summer bucket list to slim down, eat more healthy and eat less meat, start some form of exercise and actually stick to it. If I don’t I fear I will be stuck hating how I look and it will be all my own fault. There is actually nothing stopping me from doing it apart from laziness.