What’s on your mind..? If you’d like to share your story, do a bit of soul searching with the help of the posse or if you have something you want to get off your chest about this journey we’re all on and fancy writing a guest blog post about it, we’d love to hear from you. You can send your words via the ‘Contact‘ page.
I’m so proud to introduce you to our latest contributor. This guest post is written by a really good friend of mine, whose story is truly inspirational, and not a little bit poignant. Over the last couple of years she’s been on the journey that so many of us are familiar with, and at this point she’s well into the suburbs of Skinny Town. Not only that, she’s also knocking it out of the park in terms of supporting other people on their journey too, by running some of the sessions in the Kingdom of Pain and encouraging other people to reach their goals in the same way that she’s achieving her own. This lady is a warrior…boys and girls, meet Nicola… 🙂
I’m Not A Serial Killer!
Hello, my name is Nic.
I know by the look of my ‘before’ picture you are wondering if you have strayed off Break Out The Skinny Girl’s blog page onto a different web page, something along the lines of ‘Women Who Kill’. I couldn’t believe it when I was looking for ‘before’ pictures and I came across this beauty. My first though was ‘I look like a serial killer’! I’m not at my heaviest here, but it is the photo I am the most embarrassed by. And believe me, there’s plenty of embarrassing ones but I have really struggled to be okay with showing this one to people and have only shown it to close friends so far. It’s taken me just about a week to decide to use it.
I am sure every single one of you can relate to having that one pair of pyjamas, nightdress and/or dressing gown that looks shit and may even have holes in, but you love them because they’re comfy. These are mine, worn here with a lovely pair of grey trainers! I don’t know why I put trainers on for the picture because I certainly wasn’t working out but I think they finish the look nicely ….
Anyway just to reassure you, you are still on the Break Out the Skinny Girl’s blog, and I’m not a serial killer 🙂
Dee very kindly asked me if I would like to write a guest post on her blog which I very graciously accepted. Actually it was more of a squeal, followed by oh shit and what should I write?! But anyway here I am. She’s also talked me into sharing the rest of my weight loss journey via my own page in the Shitbird Scale bit, so I will have a weekly weigh in and post the picture – I hope you will follow me, but first let me tell you a little something about my journey so far …..
Starting weight 24st 13lbs. 349lbs. Yep it’s a lot isn’t it; a bit of trivia, if my calculations are correct that’s 698 packs of lard!
Cue 2nd picture, so let me start by saying this isn’t me, it’s a picture that’s used in a meme from the internet. I am sure some of you will have seen this before, but one day I showed it to my mum, who was 77 at the time and wears bifocals…I am letting you know this as I can only think her glasses were cracked, dirty or the lens had fallen out the day I showed her this picture.
When I showed it to her, she turned to me, her daughter and said “why is that dog stuck in your bottom?” I thought she was joking but no, she thought it was me! Of course I laughed and joked about it but I could feel that sinking sad feeling in the pit of my stomach and the tears behind my eyes and I thought does that really look like me?
Of course my mum would never have intentionally wanted to hurt me but the words stung and I was laughing but also speechless which doesn’t happen very often to me. I mean first of all you can tell by the first picture (the serial killer one) that pyjamas are my thing, not silk night dresses and second of all I have a Samoyed dog and if I could fit him in between my arse cheeks then I really was in trouble. You’ll be pleased to know that my mum knew it wasn’t my Samoyed dog as he’s white but she did wonder whose dog it was. I get comfort from knowing that whilst my mum has supersonic hearing, her eyesight is certainly shit!
At the same time as ‘lost dog gate’ I was applying with my little family to emigrate and was registering my profession with Australia and then transferring this to New Zealand, well a medical would be needed and I was 99.9% certain that I would fail this if I did not lose weight. So I joined my local weight watchers meeting.
I knew it had worked for me in the past, but the problem was I would always start in January, lose weight for my summer holiday in August and then continue my holiday from weight watchers until the next January. So it will come as no surprise that I would always put all the weight back on and then some, but this time I was determined!
Within the same year, we received the devastating news that my sister’s cancer had returned and this time it was terminal. She moved to the hospice and was there for 7 weeks. I visited every day and slept over once or twice a week, and amongst it all I was still trying to lose weight. I’d started smoking again and I was going to hula hoop class once a week which my sister found hilarious as I can’t hula hoop.
These hula hoops were weighted and every time I spun it around my waist it dropped to the floor, hitting my hips, thighs, knees and ankles on the way down…it felt like someone had placed a brick on a rope and was smacking it all over my lower body! I complained about it regularly to my sister. But we did laugh. One night I was sleeping over at the hospice and in the middle of Diners, Drive ins and Dives (one of my Sis’s favourite TV programmes) she looked at me and said “continue to do it Nic, continue to lose weight…I know when I am gone you will struggle to stop smoking due to your emotions as I won’t be here but promise me you will lose weight and when you are ready, stop smoking too. Get yourself healthy.”
Well that brought it home to me. My Sister didn’t have a choice about her life and what was going to happen but I did, and I promised her that I would change my lifestyle and continue to lose weight. I am not trying to make this a sad story; I am explaining my desperation at 24st 13ibs and where my motivation started from.
So with the love and support of a fabulous family and friends and my sheer determination together with the help and guidance from Mr Paul Sterling at PS4 Fitness – you will know him as the God of Pain – and the members that go there and of course not forgetting My Fitness Pal. I have lost 140lbs. 10 stones. Yep it’s a lot isn’t it…that’s 280 of those packs of lard!
My journey is far from over and I am now working towards the next 40lbs, one step at a time. It is getting increasingly difficult but hopefully you’ll join me to see how this works out, I am excited to be part of this and I hope that you have enjoyed reading a little bit about me and will join me on a weekly basis for my weigh ins.
Thanks for listening folks!!