Thursday, 30 March 2017

Fat and Fit?? Fat and Healthy??

Is it possible to be fat, fit and healthy? Hell yes. 

I was the tall chubby girl who was always participating in sports. I swam 5 days a week from the age of 13 for about 3/4 years. I lived near rivers and woods and I would always be running or biking. At weekends I was often being dragged to the Dales or the Lakes to climb Mountains,hills and fells whilst eating super clean foods, making fresh juices and smoothies made from homegrown ingredients.

I am fat and I love exercise, is that so hard to believe? 

Ok, admittedly, I am drastically unfit at this moment in my life, but that isn't because of my weight, hell no - my exercise regime has purely consisted of moving my hand back and forth at speed - eating crisps, whilst blending into my sofa binge watching TV. 

A couple of years ago, I was a few stone lighter and keeping fit was a passion, it was a way of life for me. I had constant goals, always aiming to achieve more and I loved watching my progression. When I first walked into a Les Mills Body Attack class, I actually thought I entered a torture dungeon. I could not do majority of the movements - 6 months later I was working out like one of the lyrca girls and I wanted to push myself even further! 

People are often surprised when I start talking about keeping fit. Most of the time I am not taken seriously, I mean - how can someone as fat as me know what I'm talking about? How absurd!!

I find people are REALLY judgmental towards people who are overweight, and what I am about to tell you is a prime example. 

A few years ago, I was doing interval training on a treadmill, I had my headphones in, however I wasn't actually listening to anything. Ironically I was too lazy to take them out or to put another playlist on, so I just keep training with blank earphones. 
Two girls, tiny and slim, hair immaculate and a truck load of make-up on, stepped on to the treadmills next to me. I heard one of them say quietly, "omg have you seen her?? haha, look how fat she is" I ignored it then the other girl said, "I know, can't believe how fat she is, and she thinks walking up hill is going to make her look better or fitter?"
I still kept going trying to block out their ignorant comments. I was watching them in the mirror and they were going at a snails pace, holding on to the rails with was no incline and they were bitching about me? Really? 
I was on the highest incline going at 4mph, not holding on to rails and marching like my life depends on it! I felt like my glutes and hams were going to explode, and they thought they were the dogs bollocks because the were thin and at the gym?? 
They kept looking and sniggering, talking about how they don't want to come to the gym to see fat people and by this point I was ready to kick their bony flat butts to hell. 
I took my incline down, the speed up and I started to run. I saw them glancing at me and having a giggle. The best bit is -they started to run too. I put my speed up a bit more and they decided they will go faster and pretty much started bloody sprinting. 
In my head I was not letting these bitches grind me down and what they don't know is, I have stamina and endurance, I can do this for a very long time. I could see they were having an asthma attack, their perfectly contoured polished make-up dripping off and I literally could see streaks of sweat! 
I kept on running at a nice pace and I wasn't out of breath, but I had to do this. I couldn't allow these girls to judge people who are over weight and to mock them publicly. 
The victory was when one of the girls wacked the emergency stop after 5 minutes and soon after the other stopped too. They were bending over, panting and I saw them look at me confused and they looked a teeny tiny bit pissed off. 
These bitches were out run by a fat girl.
I came to a stop, popped out my headphones and turned to them and I said " Next time make sure my music is turned on before you slag me off for being fat," and I walked away with a strut full of attitude that said, "fuck you" 

If you are scared of going to the gym, don't be. Yes, some people will look and judge, but I find the ones who look and judge are people who don't take gymlife seriously. They go and don't have a clue what they are doing, drastically unfit and it makes them feel better to taunt someone who is larger. 

Don't be afraid of girls in lycra or men who lift. I found the people who were the most supportive were the real gymbuffs, athletes and body builders. They love seeing people wanting to change themselves and they often give advice and even train with you! They respect you and love seeing your transformation!

My point is, you can be fat and fit and you can also be thin and unfit. Weight doesn't come into it, what makes a difference is how much you workout and how far you push yourself and aren't afraid of pain. 

I am not glorifying being fat, I don't want to be a fat person anymore and If I'm honest I am fed up of being judged, it holds me back and slows me down,
but I know I can be this size and be just as fit and strong if  was 6 sizes smaller. 


Monday, 27 March 2017

The 100th new beginning .....

This is my 100th new beginning. 

To be fair I have lost count - it could be the 500th for all I know. 

This time it is going to really COUNT. 

I have probably said that every-time too, "Yes! I'm going to drink loads of water, workout everyday, eat super clean foods and quit drinking!! Today is the day!! Time for the skinny-toned me to unleash her self and show the world I can have a fitbod and wear tight dresses!". 

The motivation is there, I want it so much I can taste the skinniness! Then it hits 4pm and my friends come over with an abhorrent amount of alcohol, caramel bites and we order take-out and I think, "Fuck it. It's the weekend, I will have a brand new spanking start on Monday and make this weekend my last hurrah!!". 

My week goes something like this...

Monday
I'm on day 2 of my hangover and not forgetting my food hangover. My body is intoxicated with sugar, fat and booze and the motivation isn't quite there, besides I have 3 slices of meat feast pizza left and it's such a shame to waste it...
The  new Monday start has gone to pot already, I snorted the old pizza and now I feel horribly guilty and I can't start my "New me" eating dried up pizza, so Tuesday will have to be the new day for that glorious new start I keep harping on about. 

Tuesday
I accidentally hoovered up my child's left over food of cheesy chicken pasta and apple pie and custard. I am serious - I didn't even realise I scoffed it until I looked down on my lap and I have two shiny clean plates. Old habits die hard. 

Wednesday
This morning I feel refreshed and ready to crack on and I put in so much effort that I feel like I have earned myself a glass of wine. I tell my self, "It's fine Debbie, you have control and you are a grown woman. One glass is fine, everything in moderation! You have done great today! You deserve it! It is just one glass....." The problem is, my wine glasses fill half a bottle of wine and I may as well have two glasses....... 

Thursday
I wake up and I feel like crap - it's probably those 2 glasses of wine I drowned my self in. "It's absolutely fine,it was one slip up!" I continue to have a great day, I eat clean and manage to drink 9 pints of water with fresh lemon and somehow I have managed to eat the entire contents in my childs snack cupboard. Fuck. 

Friday, Saturday and Sunday
Well the week is nearly over and I may as well finish it like I started it and start again Monday....

So this is my new Monday, no more fucking about.

What is the difference this time? I don't feel motivated nor do I feel positive. I feel frustrated and angry. I do not want to do this. I really don't. I want to be lazy, eat curry and bathe in Gin and Tonic, preferably Sipsmith with Elderflower Fever tree. 

I know it is going to be hard, I know I am going to fuck up. I am terrified of failing and I hate to fail. I know I will come across so many obstacles and I don't know if I have the mental energy to jump them, it just feels like so much hard work and I just want it to be easy. I know it wont and to be quite blunt, it pisses me off.

When I go out for a meal, I don't want to sit and work out the calories and fat in each meal, begrudgingly drink ice water and watch everyone indulge in desserts whilst I stare and make a puddle of dribble in gluttony desire.

In the past when I have taken on a "healthy lifestyle", and I have a cheat day - I beat my-self up mentality. Exhaust myself at the gym to burn it off. I have a breakdown and end up waking up in a mountain of takeaway boxes and wrappers. I start that evil vicious cycle of a "new Monday". I have gone around this cycle for years and in doing so I have gained a vast amount of weight and I am scared for my health. I live in fear that my daughter won't be picked up from school because her Mum is dead on the sofa. 

I need to forgive my self, accept it is going to be hard. I will face challenges. I need to know it's OK to slip-up and I can actually have a cheat day and I don't need to burn my self flat out in the gym for 3 hours to burn off the pizza and fudge cake.

I need to do this not because I want to wear tight dresses and look good, but for my 6 year old daughter. So she has a healthy Mum, with a healthy mind and a healthy body. 

My Name is Debbie and I am 31 years old, I have 13 stone to lose and I am tremendously terrified and this is going to be my journey in shredding my Fatsuit. 

The trap of fad diets and the quick fix!!

Week one completed, now I just need to keep it up for the rest of my life! That's the problem with losing weight and diets, it always ...