One month ago after years of yoyo dieting and problems with eating disorders I hit my highest weight EVER… Twelve and a half stone or 175lb, with a BMI of over 35, classifying me by the NHS as ‘obese’.
Now I’m going to be a hypocrite and say that a calculation of your physical health based on a weight to height ratio is not accurate, especially considering it does not take into account muscle mass, however I knew it was pretty accurate considering my size.
My physical health was horrific. My skin was awful (and I’m not saying it’s great now but it’s certainly improved).
I realised that I had to lose weight gradually if I wanted to keep it off and with six months before my college course started I thought it was perfect timing.
I go to the gym three times a week, doing 3km on the treadmill. Then 6km on the bike and after that, strength training.
At my heaviest weight I was consuming 2500 calories a day (at least). Now I eat an average of 1200 and don’t get me wrong I still have my cheat days, but I certainly don’t eat as much as I did then.
One month later and I’m half a stone down and couldn’t be happier.
And with a little bit of effort I can fit into my old jeans again.
Only another 38lb to go.
ntashaw 