On the 1st January 2014, I was the heaviest I’ve ever been. Now, I know what you’re thinking:
- Why would you weigh yourself on New Years Day? and;
- Big deal.
You see the scales were right in front of me and since I didn’t own any at home I was curious. Well, curiousity quickly turned in to depression. Staring at the scales in front of me was the heaviest weight I had ever been. Turns out that last bit of cheese at midnight may have been one slice too many… of many.
Anyway, for me it was a big deal and the reason this caused me so much anguish in this particular moment was actually, more than one reason.
I’ve always been quite small. I’m 5 foot 3 inches on a good day and I come from a family of small Swiss and New Zealand people. So most of my earlier life was trying to put weight on! Being at my heaviest meant that according to my Body Mass Index (which, let me add I don’t usually care about, EXCEPT for in this instance), I was now classed as ‘overweight’.
‘Overweight’ was not exactly what I wanted to hear when I had a wedding to plan. Granted, at the writing of this post, I still have 10 months until my actual wedding so panicking my have been a teeny overreaction. But if I’m honest, I knew things had been going South for a wee while.
You see, only a couple of months ago, I was the heaviest I have ever been. So you’re starting to dig my vibe now right?
What exactly about the 1st January 2014 triggered the catalyst for change, I’m kind of unsure about. Whatever it was, it sparked off something in me that WANTED to change. It actually wasn’t even about weight. It was about realising the amount of processed food and rubbish that I fed myself on a daily basis and wanting to stop.
So here I am. At the beginning of my journey to put away the Burger Rings, chocolate biscuits, sausages and white bread, cream donuts, white sugar, iced tea, milk in coffee and chocolate crepes, and pick up a cup of quinoa.