For the first time I have sat in front of my keyboard and felt blank. I have a rising feeling of nausea.
Before I add my photos I need to explain a few things. When I started, 10 weeks ago, I had absolutely no intention of writing a blog. The prospect of sharing my progress photos, even with Luke (who sees me lycra clad and grimacing on a regular basis), made me feel ashamed.
I was ashamed that I’d ignored my body for so long; ashamed that I was fat; ashamed that I’d done so many diets and failed so many times.
Looking back it was almost like I’d been conditioned to believe that it was impossible to “lose that stubborn belly fat”. But that is exactly what the diet industry wants us to believe because if we keep failing we will keep trying (and buying) the next fad diet.
But this time I was determined it was going to be different. For the first time ever I wasn’t interested in ‘losing weight and getting thin’. I have been entirely focussed on getting fit, strong and doing everything in my power to reduce my risk of cancer.
After 2.5 months/10 weeks/70 days of applying myself consistently, working hard, pushing myself to do an extra 5 reps (when I want to stop) and eating healthily this is what happened:
I accept that the angles aren’t the same – I didn’t start using body tracker for photos until week 2. No one was ever supposed to see the ‘Day 1’ photo – it was only taken so that I could see how much I’d changed.
At the start I was 11st 6lbs; on day 70 I was 10st 12lbs. That’s a fat loss of 8lbs but I suspect that I have gained a similar amount in muscle.
I still have a long way to go but finally I can see the light at the end of my 18 year tunnel.