People who have been reading this blog for a while will know I’ve had a few attempts at the whole weight loss thing whilst undergoing treatment etc. Believe it or not, pre-pregnancy, I was actually a lovely size 10 (sometimes even an 8 if it was a generous cut!!). Now, I’m nowhere near. The toll pregnancy, followed by chemo, steroids, and generally slumming around for 6 months has taken has not been kind.
Now, chemo is over, I’m getting my life back, but I absolutely hate with a passion what it has done to my body. Now, there are some that I can’t do anything about, such as the scars on my legs from the Hodgkin’s itch, or the scars on my arms from Jake’s bites, that are now a lovely dark tan colour, in comparison to the rest of my body (none of which I can seem to get a decent picture of!)
However, what I can try to do something about is the weight. I joined a gym just after I came back from holiday, and have been going at least twice a week, and tomorrow, my friend and I are starting the whole healthy eating thing together.
What I need though is a little Encouragement, not Discouragement. From the consultant telling me to take it easy at the gym because I’m not “back to normal” yet, or people telling me I should wait until after Christmas before I start, it would be quite easy for me to just not bother. But I need to.
So when I say “I’m starting Slimming World tomorrow” or “I’ve joined a gym” replies of “That’s great, well done you!” or equivalent would be much appreciated. Don’t tell me I look great as I am, or that I don’t need to, because I know you will be lying!!