I have just six more weigh-ins to go until my 2nd anniversary of starting my weight loss, and I have set myself a challenge of trying to reach 75kg by then. It's abundantly clear that I am really slow at this, but at the same time I wouldn't change it for anything.
Over the last (almost) two years I have learned a lot, and changed several things about my life. Committing to a weight-loss journey has been really similar to a new relationship - and in many ways it runs parallel to that.
I've been through the honeymoon period where it all feels new and exciting, and where I felt almost obsessed with it. Then gone through a lot of "I'm not sure this is what I want", and sometimes been quite happy to coast along. At other times I have felt confident enough to plan for the future, and there have been times when I've been thoroughly bored

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Over the last three months I have been taking it for granted, and even "taking it out on my food" when I've been p!ssed off with the world.
But since anniversaries are a good time for reflection, I have to say that overall it has been a good relationship so far. What has worked for me, and what hasn't?
• Eating breakfast is the biggest, most important change I made to my relationship with food. Not only is it physically important, but it sets my momentum for the whole day - starts every day by reminding me that this is the "new me", and often gives me the inspiration to have a good day with food.
• I rarely eat takeaway food any more. And when I do I don't enjoy it the way I used to.
• It's really true what they say about how 'failing to plan is planning to fail'. When I plan my meals I am fine; I have kept an Excel spreadsheet of my weekly weigh-ins since Day One, and it tells an interesting story. It also helps to keep me motivated because I don't want to see that graph going in the wrong direction. I also count calories (although I haven't been so good with that over the last month), and it keeps me right on track.
• I have learned to identify my "danger times". I now understand my emotional relationship with food, and how I use it to protect myself, hide, comfort, punish… and I have come up with other ways of looking after myself.
• I now appreciate the value of exercise. I believe that it is over-rated as a way of losing weight, because it only contributes around 20% of the calories we burn. But it is so important for better health, stronger bodies, muscle tone, stamina and motivation. More important than structured exercise is being able to get to a point where I am physically active throughout the day.
• I have also learned that the biggest rewards have nothing to do with external promises. What I mean by that is when we say "when I lose 5kg I'm going to get a massage/buy clothes etc"… For me the biggest rewards are that I now fit into chairs without bruising my thighs, I wear a Size 14-16 in clothes, I am not obese anymore, people don't look at me and silently judge me, I don't feel ashamed of myself - and many other benefits.
• The hardest thing I have learned is that the smaller I get the less invisible I become. And because I'm not hiding my emotions with food, I am a lot more emotional than I used to be - and I'm also a lot more real.
• I can do things now that I never dreamed would be possible. Who would have thought, when I was 105kg, that I could work for eight hours a day in a physically demanding job, then come home and do gardening for two hours? Who would have thought I could do it and get real satisfaction from it?
More importantly who would have ever thought I would get to a point where I would demand something different for myself! When I threw in my business earlier this year, then went to work at Bunnings, who would have predicted I would be signing a contract for my SECOND book by mid-year?
When my second anniversary comes around I want to be able to tell you all that I have lost 30kg/66 pounds/28.5% of my body weight.
The other day at work I carried a 25kg bag of potting mix out to a car for a woman. It was no more than a 50 metre walk, but I was hurting by the time I got there. It occurred to me that I used to carry that amount - and more - on my body every single day, and it made me really sad. I was actually overwhelmed by thinking: "What the **** did I do to myself?". And it was such a relief to let it go…