There’s nothing like putting something in writing to kickstart a plan. So I’m putting it out there – I am trying to lose weight. Sadly, I won’t shed 3kg just by writing this post, but I’m hoping that if I’m vocal about it on the www, then I’m bound to make a change.
Like the time I ran my first Comrades and blabbed to everyone that I was doing it. This was before the days of social media, but still, I managed to get the word out. When I felt like bailing many a many time, I thought that worse than having to try and get through to the finish line, was explaining to the hoards why I didn’t finish the race. So I persevered. Mostly for me, but also because I didn’t want to *fail* if I could help it.
So in the interest of being able to feel more comfortable again, and find something great to wear at your barmitzvah in ten years’ time, I’m on a mission. I’m seeing a great dietitian, Jade Campbell, and I await her plan that will hopefully help me shed around 7kg. I’m tired of my bad running pictures that expose my thighs, and spending a few rand a day on Wine Gums. And I’m tired of being scared to try on clothes.
I’ve lost weight over the years, and I’m scared of going back to 85kg or so that I was in my early 20s. It represents all that I don’t want to be again.
So here goes. Pass the rice cakes please…
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