Monday, 30 March 2015

I have nothing to wear...

Long time no blogging... I admit I really have had no interest in writing on my blog for a while. So I thought it was about time I sat my bum down and wrote a post.
If you follow me on instagram you'll probably be somewhat aware of the fact as of recent months I have lost a substantial amount of weight, in the past I have written posts about my weight journey and you can read that HERE. My weight has forever been a huge issue for me, and the labels 'fat' have been a badge I've carried along with it.
I noticed towards the end of last August my weight was beginning to rapidly increase (again), I'd stopped listening to my hypnotherapy regularly and I was generally in a pretty weird place in terms of my self confidence being relatively newly single, and living 30 miles away from the town I grew up in. With my 21st fast approaching I realised I could not let myself get back to the 15st 4lb heffalump I had previously been. Before my birthday I had lost a little weight but nothing substantial, and after the celebrating was over I made a commitment to myself that I would lose the weight and (hopefully) this time keep it off. A few stern words from my nurse also got my bum kicked into gear.
I became really strict with my hypnotherapy, and also began doing the 5:2 diet alongside it. As for 5:2 I won't go into the ins and outs of it in this post. However I would definitely recommend it to anybody who is quite a fussy or picky eater as it doesn't make you eat certain food groups you normally wouldn't nor restrict you from having a treat now and then.

So here I am 31lbs lighter. I started out at 14st 11lbs, and now I'm 12st 8lbs, with around another stone or so to lose before I reach the target that myself and the nurse discussed would be a much healthier weight for me. Although I'm ecstatic with my weight loss, I have noticed one thing, much to my surprise that I have not grown more confident in my body however much more self conscious. A lot of it stems from my general all round anxiety but also that I have absolutely not the foggiest what suits my new body shape. Every day I find myself staring into the abyss of my wardrobe and thinking 'What the fuck am I going to wear', not being aided by the fact that I have one pair of jeans that fit me and at the moment I've been living in jeans and long sleeve tops because they're the only things I don't feel like Shamu in. I realise this is very much mind over matter and some people will read this thinking #firstworldproblems, but I wondered if anybody else had experienced the same type of thing. I realise my body is not the 15 stone blob it used to be, but it is very difficult to begin to love yourself and let anybody else love your body when you've struggled to even look in the mirror at it for the past few years. Anyway enough of the rambles.
Hopefully it won't be so long until my next post! But until then thanks for reading!

Hannah -ox 

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