Hello world,
It was been a strangely long time since I have updated you
on my life and for that I shall apologise. I had an awesome Christmas period
and hope you did too (:
At the end of January I went to Amsterdam for the weekend
with my best friend and that to be honest has been the only interesting thing
to happen since the last time we spoke!
Well… that and the fact that I have now officially (as of
yesterday) lost 60lbs. I know I did a little play on worlds in the title but I can
honestly say that I am ridiculously proud of myself! As with all mile-stones in
my weightloss so far I wouldn’t say that I really felt anything extremely
uplifting when I stepped on those scales and seen that number that I have been
longing for. I think that when you are heavy and looking to lose those extra
lbs you have this idea that when you stand in that scale and reach a mile-stone
there will be a random outburst of music and disco lights and party poppers but
that doesn’t happen. You get back of the scale (and in my case head down the
stairs to make yourself a lovely bowl of dairy free porridge) and everything
feels the exact same, for a little while, and then all of a sudden you get this
amazing feeling coming over you that you actually did it! Like 100% have done
what you thought, quite frankly, was impossible. I know I am probably rambling
but I just want people to know that losing those lbs doesn’t have the same
reaction in real life as it does in those crazy weightloss shows, people don’t jump
up and down, bring gifts of flowers and give you free things… when you do it on
your own, it really is just that sense of pride that you feel (that and the
fact that I now wear much smaller jeans).
Now I know that 60lbs sounds like a lot of weight but I unfortunately
do have a rather long way to go. I am to lose 100lbs but my 21st
Birthday… that means I have 8 months to loss 40lbs. I sometimes get this
feeling inside that I cannot help but think “I’m not sure if I can do this for
another 8 months… im not sure if I can last without a sandwich or some cheese
for another 8 months” but all I do is look back at old pictures, look and see
how round my face was, now large my belly was and I realise that I would last 8
years without a sandwich and some cheese if I can on my 21st
birthday stand in a beautiful dress (from the likes of French connection) and
feel happy and totally proud of myself that I may have been that chubby child,
that curvy young teenager, that heavy 20 year old but now I am that pretty 21
year old… and I realise it will all be worth it!
Until next time…
Love Yasmin Christina
xx
