I wish I could put into words what I've just figured out about myself. I don't think it's possible though. I was writing in my journal this morning, and reflecting on the last year of my life.
I still cannot really grasp that I have lost 20kg - or maybe I can't see myself being 20kg bigger than I am now. It's hard to get a real perspective.
For most of the year I have muddled through - adjusting this, tweaking that, but never really knowing the answers to "what works". Sometimes I feel obsessed, at other times almost disinterested, but I've kept going for 50 weeks now - and could not tell you why this time has worked when other times have failed.
At the outset I knew I could never lose a huge amount of weight - but I knew I could lose 5kg. That's probably the answer: at each 5kg milestone I challenge myself to unwrap just one more layer. I ask myself if I feel emotionally safe, and then make a promise that I will commit myself to the next 5kg. And that's all.
Today I understood something important. I know why I wrapped myself up in layers of protective fat. The death of my father almost 12 years ago, followed by a back injury that changed my mobility forever - and then a 4-year relationship that stole something from me. It was with a woman who said she loved me more than life - and then cheated on me. Silly me stayed, forgave, fixed - but didn't realise that I was losing something of myself. And wrapping myself up in fat so nobody could see me.
I've been single now for almost four years. At the start there were new challenges; healing from heartbreak, financial trouble, trying to manage a life that seemed in chaos. More wrapping in layers of fat. Then new back problems - less mobility.
Right now, at this point in my weight loss I am at the exact weight I was when she cheated on me. She is still in my life, as a friend of sorts by the way. And right now I am at a crossroad.
This morning as I was writing I realised how much I have changed. The creative side of me is beginning to emerge, as is the silly, playful, politically active, caring, nurturing and unapologetically strong, bolshie, difficult woman I know I can be.
The woman who is in love with words, who is unafraid of touch, who doesn't suffer fools, and who dreams big dreams… I remember her now.
And just as the Size 18 clothes start to feel baggy and boring, so does this excess fat that I've been hiding myself in for the better part of eight years.
And now I know. For the last 20kg I haven't been able to see it at all, but today for the first time I get it – I'm coming home to myself.
And I wanted to share that with you wonderful women who have been such an important part of me making it this far.

Ani