Why on earth did I think that it would be a good idea to wax on my birthday? By wax, I mean remove my Mario-esque moustache and my beard hair, courtesy of PCOS. I have a meeting tomorrow you see, well an interview, with a social worker who I am hoping will approve me to become a support person for my Mum who is a foster carer. This is kind of the first step on the road to me becoming a foster carer and I want to make a good impression…although the flaming red colour of my skin might not be that appealing!
Anyone who has ever waxed will understand the pain. It is hard to describe, but to me it feels like a rush of searing heat. And as a dark haired individual, who has very thick and glossy hair, my beardy and moustachio hair does not like to come out without a fight; they cling on like limpets to a rock face. Which means repeated removal attempts. I actually think that I now have less skin than hair on my neck! Such a drama queen! Needless to say, I won’t be doing that again on my birthday, and I might just have to point out to this social worker the painful lengths I have gone to in order to make a good impression!
My poor neighbours must have wondered what the hell was going on. You don’t expect such noises whilst tucking into your Sunday roast! I wish that I could be dignified, but I am a wuss. I actually had tears in my eyes and can still feel the heat coming off my skin now…it can’t be good for you. I need to move somewhere remote and just become a bearded lady…or save up for laser hair removal…after I have saved tens of thousands for skin removal surgery that is!
Anyway, let’s move onto birthday related matters. For thirty-two years I have roamed this planet now, and they have been good times. I have a lot to be thankful for and thought that I would just give myself a little reminder of the progress that has been made since my thirty-first birthday…
This time last year I weighed 42st 1lb – and at last weeks weigh-in I was 30st 3.5lbs…so pretty much 12st off. My BMI last year was 92.2…this year it is 66.3, which means that I have lost 28.1% of my body weight in a year. In terms of inch loss, I only take three measurements as I can’t be arsed faffing around taking loads – and at the last measure a few weeks ago had dropped 8″ off my chest, 8″ off my waist, and 11″ off my hips…hopefully the exercise will help speed this bit up! I can only begin to imagine the difference in internal fat – all of the stuff surrounding my organs and squeezing the life out of them!
Whilst I might not have gone all out on the birthday celebrations, preferring a low-key day with family, I have really enjoyed my day. This is the first year in a long long time that I have weighed less than my age! Seriously! This is also the first time in a long long time that I have exercised on my birthday. The exercising has proved to me how committed I am to changing my life…and that makes me happy, very happy! My wonderful ‘virtual’ friends have been wonderful today and it has made me realise how good life is.
My Mum and I were laughing earlier. I was talking about looking at things positively and we were laughing at the changes I have made. My usual attitude to today would have been one of frustration – not being able to have the planned BBQ due to the weather, not being able to eat cake, not being able to have a takeaway, and having to get on the treadmill. But the positive me now thinks that these things are giving me my life back – okay, so the BBQ would have been lovely, but it will be even lovelier on a sunny day with the whole family having fun. As for the cake and the takeaway, they would have made me feel sick anyway. And the treadmill, well the treadmill is what it is – a tool to help me get my mobility back! So it’s all good stuff.
I can only wonder at what my thirty-third birthday will hold. My Mum and I have a little pact that if I get to a certain weight next year, I can have a birthday ride on our huge mare – who is built like a Trojan horse…and I am so excited about the prospect at being in the saddle again next year! I have a long, long way to go yet but this journey has been great so far and I know that there is a lot more fun in store for me along the way.
So ‘thank you’ to each and every one of you for your support – you are all amazing!
Right then, enough of the soppy shit, let’s get on…
Today included all of the usual things. Getting up, treadmill, boxing, weights, horses, shops – but also included cards and presents and love and wonderfulness. I am looking forward to a nice evening with my lovely other half, and the lovely meal we have planned. Currently, I am waiting for my sister to arrive home so that I can go and see the kids…they always put a smile on my face.
Breakfast: Alpen light bars (1 x HEB) and a banana.
Brekkie was the usual, my lunch leftovers were delicious and dinner was immense! We cooked some fillet steak and I put my Philadelphia garlic and herb cheese into the mushrooms which is lovely. The veggies were roasted and the butternut squash was cooked in the Actifry – skin included, and tasted great. The Muller light was my concession to a sweet treat for my birthday – how wild of me?!
Exercise: 6 x 10 minute treadmill sessions, 1 x 5 minute boxing session and 1 x 10 minute BodyPump session.
Yes, even on my birthday I managed to get my backside into gear and workout…unheard of before. And do you know what? It felt bloody good to be doing something positive; the best birthday present I could have given myself!
Thank you so much for reading and please feel free to share my blog with fellow ‘losers’,
Weight Loss Bitch xxx