I probably need to start at the beginning.
Back in 2012 I weighed 250lb. Over the following year I managed to lose 90lb and I was pretty proud of myself.
In January of last year, at the age of 39, I found out I was pregnant. I had my youngest daughter in September. For the first time ever, I only gained around 20lb, half of which I lost within a few weeks of birth.
Nearly 12 months later, I'm now weighing 224lb. Just seeing the numbers is enough to make me feel depressed. But I was doing ok, confident in the reality that I'd done it before, I can do it again.
Until today.
Up until today, I'd been buying all of my clothes from the charity shop, refusing to buy brand new clothes when I have drawers full of skinny clothes just waiting to be shrunk back in to. I never tried them on until I got home.
Today I decided that I needed to buy myself something to wear to my brother's 50th in a few weeks.
Today I saw myself in my underwear for the first time since May last year (new house with no full length mirrors).
I stood there and I cried and cried and cried. After that, the negative, self-loathing dragon came out. I was growling at the kids, nearly ripped hubby's head off. To the point that he went home and left me with the kids.
Now, I just don't know. I don't know how to start, don't know if I can do it again. Don't even know if I want to try.
Don't know if I'm after sympathy, or a good kick in the pants. Maybe both. Lol.
Anyways, if you made it this far, thanks for reading.


