The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago. The second best time is today.
I planted my first tree 8 years ago. You see I have been overweight my entire life, and when I was 19 years old I tipped the scale at 95kg. I wasn’t overly happy, I had a miserable job, and I was in a crappy relationship ect. ect.
Then I became single, and just started doing stuff. Seriously, I got my arse up off the couch, and I started eating better. Within the space of about 4 months I lost 25kg and I felt fantastic.
It wasn’t a difficult journey, it was just a case of being active and changing my lifestyle.
But old habits die hard.
When I got pregnant with Oliver I was back up around the 80kg mark. I then gained 26kg in the pregnancy. From the day he was born, I planted my second tree and worked my arse off and within a few months I was back down to 80kg.
When he turned 1 I decided I wanted to be even fitter, so I went on a shake diet/ popped a few diet pills and within 2 months I was back down to 70kg.
It was a slightly more difficult journey than the first time, but it still wasn’t too difficult.
But here’s the thing with ‘fad’ diets. They don’t last. I know, surprise surprise. So 12 months later I found myself at about 80kg and I thought I was fat again.
Boy, I wish I could be that fat again.
About 12 months ago I found out I was pregnant with Imogen, and I swore I was going to be super healthy and gain minimum weight this pregnancy. I had already gained some weight due to lifestyle changes and I certainly didn’t feel my healthiest. So I was sitting around 85kg.
But those damn old habits.
I am ashamed to say that this pregnancy I gained around 40kg. Yup, FORTY! And there is no excuse, it was due to shitty lifestyle choices. Crap food and minimal exercise.
I really have no impulse control.
Since Imogen was born, I have lost 15kg. If you’re good at maths you can work out where that puts me, if not I’m going to keep you guessing. I am just not willing to write my weight down just yet.
The funny things is, at this weight, it’s not even about looking good. I am way past that point. I just have no energy, doing anything is literally an effort. For the first time in my life I am genuinely concerned about my health.
And the worst thing about all of this is that I can’t keep up with my son anymore, and I have always wanted to be the type of Mum that got involved with my kids. I don’t want them to miss out on having that version of me because of some shitty lifestyle choices. Pizza is good, but it’s certainly isn’t that good.
Anyway, I’m not going to beat myself up. I am where I am. I know exactly how I got here. And I am the only person who can fix it.
And I’m going to.
Yesterday, I planted my third tree. I started a ten week challenge, to kick start my journey to a healthier me. I am not going to fall for any more fads, I’m not going to skip anymore meals. I am going to learn how to be healthy, sure I am going to have to work a little harder initially to kick this weight, but the goal is to teach myself to sustain a healthy lifestyle.
So here are my goals by the end of the challenge:
- To see double digits on the scale
- To fit into my wedding rings again
- To be able to run 5km
- To fit into my Gorman Hot Night Dress
You can follow my journey on the new weight loss section of the patch.
I’d say wish me luck, but what I really need is energy. So, wish me energy!