I’m sitting biting my nails at the end of the stairs, in a bit of a dilemma. I started the week by ripping off my ancient and much loathed purple hall carpet with my bare hands. Then I galloped off to the shops and ordered a new one, which is due on Monday. With the same enthusiasm and very little skill, I dashed out and Continue reading
This was a week when I really wanted to evade my weigh-in. After getting off to a flying start in January and February and losing over two stone, I had a stumble this week. I went out for dinner twice and made all the wrong choices. I must have been in a food frenzy or carried away with the excitement of being out at about after a long time of hiding away in the shadows. I ordered steak and forgot to ask for salad instead of chips, forgot to order the sauce on the side, asked for dessert without ice cream and ended up with extra white chocolate and whipped cream, which someone in the kitchen felt was a good substitution. Of course, I could have handed things back, but Continue reading
Last October 2018 I crashed and burned. After months of feeling as if I was drowning in my own body I just gave up. I stopped any attempt at controlling what I ate and relinquished myself into the delicious delights of freefall. The relief didn’t last long. By Christmas I had put on another two stone and I could barely walk.
I still can’t believe that just three years ago I was running triathlons, swimming lakes and rivers, and loving every moment of my healthy, active lifestyle – and by January 1st of this year I was 25 stone and virtually immobile.
It’s not the first time I’ve been here. I lost 10 stone in 2010 and went on to climb mountains; right up to Elbrus in Russia, Kilimanjaro in Africa (two of the 7 Summits), and above Everest Basecamp to a technical climb on Island Peak in Nepal, at 3,005 feet. I learned Continue reading