Hi everyone, and welcome to my little slice of...well...I don't actually know. All I know is that I'm dying to share a bit of my weight loss/life journey with the people I care about, and I want to do it in a place that's not facebook. Mainly because facebook kind of forces your opinions on others, and I'm honestly getting quite tired of all the negative things I see on there, so this way people can choose to read about it if they want to, and if they don't well...so be it!
So here's a little taste of what's been going on for the last month, just to get you up to speed. I've been losing weight! I went to the doctor a little over a month ago, to kind of get some insight into why I had been feeling so unwell (even though I knew in the back of my mind that it was weight related) and she pretty much chucked the cards on the table in a massive way and explained that I really won't be around for much longer if I carry on gaining weight. So I jumped on the scales.......and when I discovered how much I weighed I broke down. 142kgs. 142. That number might as well have been 1000. Which meant that my BMI (body mass index for those of you that haven't had experience with it yet) was 53. Which ultimately meant that I was what the experts like to call "morbidly obese". Morbid. Sounds bad right? Yep well it actually kind of is....but after I calmed down I got mad. Really mad. Super mad. And all these questions went through my mind like crazy...number one was "how on earth did I let this happen?" Number 2 was "how the hell am I going to lose all this weight?". Number 3 was "how long have I got?". And then I kept being mad. But this time I used it. Every other time I have tried to lose weight, I've been through this, but never this extreme. So I used it. I used the anger, and the crappy feeling (in this situation "crappy" is a nice way to describe it...anyone who knows me well enough will know that I used a whole string of words that were a lot worse than that!) and I went home. And I went through the cupboard, got out all the junk food that I had left in there, and threw it out. I even threw out a whole block of chocolate. I have NEVER done that before. Anyway, to cut a really long story short, Mike came home, I cried, and he set me straight, said that we would both take on this journey together, and we joined the gym that weekend. I was planning on going back to weight watchers, since I had had quite a bit of success in the past going there, but when we got to the gym, Graeme (who signed us up) challenged us both to get a personal trainer instead. And I can tell you right now, it was the smartest thing we have ever done. Enter Sheta Swinerd...personal trainer extraordinare!! One session with her and we had 3 full gym sessions a week all planned for us, with weights and cardio and everything in between. We had recipes all set out for us...and they weren't just salads, there was beef wraps, and lasagne, and MUFFINS!! So we were all set. So for the last 4 weeks we have been working our arses off at the gym, plus I've had indoor netball on Monday nights...and the centimeters and kilograms have been falling off. After a little under 4 weeks, I have lost a grand total of 26cms and 5.1kgs!! And believe me, that will not be appearing on this body for the rest of my life. Good riddance I say. And Mike has done even better. He has a grand total of 5.7kgs and 19cms. Goodbye horrible weight, hellooooo fitter, happier Ngaire and Mikie!! So watch this space guys, I'm hoping to update it every week. And thanks for reading...just so you know, I love each and every one of you, and I thank you from the very bottom of my heart and soul for your words of encouragement, your never ending support, your always endearing love and most of all for your friendship. Both of us couldn't live without it.
Until next time!
Ngaire xox
