A new beginning
Sunday, February 17, 2013
I live in Melbourne, Australia. It is nearly midnight on Sunday. I am starting my journey again tomorrow - the proverbial Monday. I have signed up to biggest loser club in the hope that paying a monthly subscription will help to keep me motivated. I have also just employed the services of a personal trainer once a week, just to force me to exercise.
I have to admit that I am VERY exercise averse. I have NEVER liked exercise. When I was at school, I attended a school that had only just gone co-ed. This meant that in my class there were only 3 girls and 20 boys. This might seem like fun, but growing up in a country where sport is god-like, it meant that I was forced to play every sport in each season. This might not seem so bad unless you have the co-ordination of a two legged dog (no offence to two-legged dogs intended). It was hell. Pure hell. It left me with major exercise issues.
When I left school I weight 60 kilograms. At 5 ft 8, that is pretty slim. I had major body issues and thought I was fat. After the birth of my daughter, I weighed 72kgs and could not shift the weight. The start of my dieting journey began. Over the next 20 years I have been on EVERY diet ever created. I am now approaching my 45th birthday and weigh 104kgs, a full 44 kgs heavier than when I left school. Needless to say I am not happy.
Turning 45 is a turning point. I became a grandmother last year. I should be enjoying this time. Instead I am tired - dog tired. All. The. Time.
My daughter is getting married next year and I do not want to be embarrassed to be the mother of the bride. I have to make this journey and reach the destination. I am no longer looking to be 60kgs. 70 would be just fine. So that is my goal and tomorrow is my first step on that journey. Well, it is probably my millionth first step, but hey, not giving up is half the battle, right?
I'll keep you posted as to how it goes.