Today marks 29 weeks since I began my weight loss journey, and today I hit the 6 stone mark. Not only did I reach the -6 stone milestone, but I can now officially say that I am 3 kg away from healthy. A healthy weight, a healthy BMI, and a healthy life.
Obviously I’ve somewhat adopted a healthy life for myself since my journey began 29 weeks ago but, as some one who has been overweight for 15 years of my life, I can safely say that this milestone will be my biggest accomplishment to date. I’ve trekked through the Himalayas, fallen off waterfalls in the Amazon Rainforest, had lions invade my camp on safari in South Africa and survived it all – but none of that mattered. None of that would have meant a thing if I died too young to tell my story.
Morbidly obese and unhappy – thats who I was. Today I stand, marginally overweight, with 3 kilograms to go until I am officially “normal”. Freedom on an empty beach.
My diabetes? Still present, as far as I’m aware. Life is never perfect. But I’ve had a my life full of torment from people who thought they had the right to judge me for simply being different from them.
I may well be an ex-fatty, but I will always be that fat girl at heart. I will never forget what every individual ever did to my self-esteem and, despite being healthy, I will never see myself as complete. I will probably always be fighting to be a better version of myself due to the insecurities placed in my mind by the snide comments, rude remarks, public torments, and broken dreams.
This post began as a positive one, and I hope I’ve not put anyone off completing their own weight loss, or healthy lifestyle, journeys. I simply state this.
Don’t lose yourself when changing your appearance. There are so many people I’ve met who would have been much nicer if they were social outcasts.
I may not have transformed into a swan just yet, but I intend to remain as charismatic as the original ugly duckling.