Losing my first stone on Slimming World

If you’re a long time reader of this blog, you’ll know that weightloss is something I’ve talked about a lot. You’ll know that me trying to shift the pounds is a ‘try and try again’ scenario, but here we are again. The thing is, I can sit and write that this time it’s different and whatever, but I’m not kidding myself – I’ll believe it when I’m 30 and still sat at my target weight or there about, so check back in a few years.

I rejoined Slimming World in October after my mum very kindly bribed me by paying for my first 12 weeks. She did it in the crafty parent-y way where she planted the seed about rejoining, waited for me to think it was my idea and then offered to pay. V sneaky, v effective, would 10/10 recommend this tactic to parents of stubborn 20-somethings.

For those unfamiliar with the Slimming World plan, it’s definitely more of a lifestyle than a ‘diet’ as I haven’t felt hungry in the last 5 weeks. You have foods which you can eat as much of as you like (fruit, veg, potatoes, rice, pasta, lean meat, fish etc), two daily ‘healthy extras’ which are a dairy and fibre food, plus your ‘syns’ which are a points value for your treats, whether it’s meals out, chocolate, vodka, you can use it on whatever you like. Obviously your syns are limited, so if you want to go out and get absolutely mortal on a Saturday night, it will mean eating ‘free foods’ for the rest of the week, but that’s your choice. I try to evenly split mine out.

I think it’s the flexibility which has allowed me to make it work. Since re-joining, I’ve been out for meals, to blogger events, celebrated Halloween and did a 15 stop pub crawl. And I still lost a stone in 5 weeks. It’s doable. It’s liveable.

There has been one hell of a lot of planning involved. Everything I eat has been planned. There’s no more picking up a spontaneous pizza or burrito on the way home from work. There’s no nipping to the shop for a meal deal on lunch. I’ve not even needed a hangover-curing bacon sandwich because I’ve planned the food I’m going to eat both whilst drunk AND hungover.

Accepting that I want to shift at the very least, the three stone that I’ve gained since this time last year has meant accepting that I can’t just eat what I want, when I want, as I have done for the last 12 months. Yup, I gained three stone in a year. Three stone which has crept on through drinking, poor diet and doing no exercise. And I have felt it. I have felt like absolute shit. You kind of get used to feeling tired a lot and unfit, but it really hit me when I lost all interest in the way I looked. That was when I knew I had to make changes to my lifestyle as I was quite frankly miserable.

My confidence and self esteem hit absolute rock bottom. I was refusing to be in photos unless I took them as a selfie so I could get my slimmest angle. I refused to do a family photoshoot because I knew I’d be upset when I saw the photos. I spent a scorching summer wearing long sleeved tops and jeans. I’d get so down about the way I looked that I’d routinely delete my Tinder profile as I thought nobody could possibly find me attractive. Hell, I just want to get to the point where I don’t turn away from the mirror when I get dressed. I guess that’s the perks of poor eyesight, you can get dressed then put your glasses on so you can’t see your reflection until you’re clothed.

It’s when I felt like that and realised I seriously needed to change or I’m going to continue to feel like shit forever. I wish I could be one of the body positivity brigade and one of the incredibly confident plus size gals but that’s not me. For me personally, I’m at my most confident when I feel fit and healthy and energised, and to be that best version of myself, I need to lose weight. It’s as simple as that. People can shout acceptance and champion confidence for all sizes from the rooftops but being the size I am now doesn’t equal confident or happy for me. Hashtag sorry not sorry etc.
So here I am, one stone down, a lot more to go (as three stone is only an interim target for me) and hoping to God I can keep this up. Heaven forbid, you might even see me in a tshirt next summer if I keep going at the rate I am.

If you’re interested in my Slimming World journey, follow me on Instagram, @GlassesGirlSlims.

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