Ess approaches me about this page, and I think she’s utterly gone ‘biccies’* from not consuming biccies because why would anybody want to hear about anything that I do. Although, anyone who knows me personally would probably suggest that I like to talk about myself quite a lot, and specifically what I eat and what I do at the gym. Mainly, because it makes me seem like I have a life and that I’m super cool. I’m a Crossfit douche without the Crossfit, maybe I’m just a gym douche. That’s something to ponder. My eating profile: I claim to eat Paleo but if I am honest I’m an 80:20 kind of girl, most of the time I tried to avoid legumes, grains and processed food because they don’t agree with my body. Sometimes I eat what I want because sometimes you have just got to do that (I think that’s something that Ess and I were discussing last night). Being good all the time is impossible… for me. Many athletes and competitors will say that I am wrong but heyho whatever suits. My background: Since I have been a child I have always struggled with my weight but as far back I can remember I just blamed being big boned. My brothers, my sister and I were (still are) a little chubby. We were very happy children so, I never really noticed until I got older (school) that I was bigger than others around me. The ridicule for being fat was endless, it was a constant tirade of ‘you’re fat’ and the other kids didn’t want to be my partner, I presume, in case they caught fat. That’s all very dramatic because alongside this I had great friends and I had my siblings around me, the taunting became like a soundscape/backdrop to my life and it hurt but I got over it. Anyways, as the years went by and I got bigger because I ate when people weren’t looking and when they were. Never left anything on my plate because we weren’t supposed to. Still stole biscuits out of the cupboard, even though we weren’t supposed to do that. Food was a comforter and enjoyed it, I enjoyed being overly full. Secondary school came and went. I tried weight watchers, diet shakes (starvation) and everything else under the sun. I (like most people) dropped weight for a while and then went back to the bad habits. This continued to University, went back to WW lost some weight by skipping meals and still enjoying the student lifestyle of drinking and partying. (I will expand on anecdotes in some blog, no doubt!) However, I did lose some weight, and was smaller at the end of uni than I was at the start. Did a bit of travelling, then I came home to my brother who inspired me to do something. He was doing it, the big lad was shrinking, and I wanted to do it too. He put me in touch with one of his lovely friends who took me to a local boxing club and I was hooked, I sorted out my eating and dropped a lot of weight. I was feeling great, and lapping up the compliments. Hmmm then it all went a bit pear shaped, last year I went to do Teacher Training, and old habits die hard. I moved away from my family and now I was living with people I didn’t know (some of whom were lovely). Some nights I couldn’t cook in my kitchen, didn’t food prep and basically ate the biggest pile of muck you’ve ever seen. Christmas, Easter and the Summer were awful. I didn’t want to go outside in case people would see me. I had put a lot of weight on since the year before. So this summer, there were only two things for it: eat well and train hard. That’s exactly what I did. However, the goal isn’t weightloss it’s fat burn and strength gain. Back on the wagon, and building myself up to be a Big Strong Girl. This is just a little bit for now, I’ll be writing about bad times and good times again soon. Please feel free to write and share your stories! One thing I can say, it’s the support around me which helps to make me happy and healthy! *Biccies = biscuits. Colloquial way of saying ‘gone crazy’. Cee
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 20:54:33 +0000
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