At the start of 2015, I remember weighing myself in at over 13.5st. I am now 11.8st.
Since getting my dress measured I have lost 2.5′ off my hips and 2′ off my waist.
Exercising and eating healthy is addictive. You feel great when you do your squats, go for your walk, do your leg lifts or whatever, and you feel your muscles hurting and cramping up, but you keep going because its working and the more your work at it the better the results and that’s the cycle you get hooked on. The more your muscles hurt the harder you want to train, and that marathon-lenght walk turns into your morning routine. You constantly try to outdo yourself; go for longer…do more…go faster.
The days I can’t go for a walk, I can be found randomly around the house with my mat doing lunges or planks or lying on the sofa doing my leg lifts. I have never gotten hooked on exercising. It’s has literally become my drug.
I have this mental picture in my head of what I want my body to look like. It’s a slow progress but I’m getting there and I’m slowly seeing the body I once loved and sweating has become the best feeling in the world, feeling the trickle roll down my spine is no longer revolting, but makes me feel alive.