For those of you know me, you know
I have struggled with my weight since my early 20’s when I was involved in an
incident that left me on steroids for months.
I piled on the weight and never lost it. My weight has since gone up and down like an escalator
on a power surge.
Well, I am currently the heaviest
I have ever been and while my friends and family tell me you’re not exactly
fat, I know they are lying through their teeth.
Now not one to publicly embarrass
myself I was recently approached to take part in a weight management
program. This would cost me nothing,
but there was a catch. I would have to
have an article written about me in a Sunday Newspaper in January. That’s not the worst news… There would be a BEFORE
and after photo. This terrified me.
The thoughts of standing there, having my baps out, in a pair of knicker shorts, while the photographer made
every possible attempt to make me look worse than in bits, was the most
frightening thing to think about but my partner said “bub, this is exactly the
motivation you need, you’ll do great”. I
said “Awe F@%k it, I’ll do it.
So I made an appointment with
the lovely Karen Prendergast of Transform4Life and off I went, not knowing what
to expect. I met Karen and she made me feel totally
at home. When I arrived, the table was
laid out with a heap of healthy eating options and I couldn’t help but notice
the dreaded scales in the corner but I just ignored that. I was soon totally
at ease and after a two hour conversation about food, habits and triggers I
went on my way with my eating plan and a 24 hour number to contact Karen if I
needed to. I was feeling positive and
enthused.
Then came the dreaded photo shoot. I arrived early at Evan Doherty’s studio in
Georges Street. I was clearly a nervous
wreck but had in my possession a little paper bag which contained the outfit that
I wanted to wear for this shoot.
When I met the guys I was totally
at ease, they were handsome, fun and I would have loved to share a beer with them…but
then I remembered, I was there to have someone photograph me, FAT. I asked could I use the loo, I bypassed the
changing room and tried to change in the toilet. The room wasn’t small, but with the nerves I
managed to drop my shoe into the toilet and then when I went to retrieve it,
dropped the top of the vest that I was to wear, in on top of the toilet duck covered shoe.
After I left the bathroom,
smelling of toilet water and dripping with sweat (from the nerves) I went out
to the guys who had the lights and stuff in place. As I tried to suck in my belly and keep my
arms out, Evan kept making me laugh which put me totally at ease. Now I was no Cindy Crawford but I relaxed
enough for him to get a photo which I’m sure he felt got my fatness across.
After that it was off to the gym
for my training plan. Fear set in again
as I hadn’t been anywhere near the gym since before the cycle for Console
during the summer. I went in, got
changed and decided that I would use the facilities. I went in with my music, earphones, towel and
€2 for my bottle of water. I entered and
locked the door, dropped my phone, went to retrieve it, came back up, bashed my
ear off the toilet roll holder and then dropped everything.
As I gathered my belongings and left the loo, I entered the dressing room to find an alcohol swab. On doing so I ran into the personal training guy
who looked at me as blood poured down my
neck (well it was more of a trickle but poured is more dramatic). After a good five minutes of searching for a
swab, one aged one, was handed to me and off I went, concussed, to complete my training.
With the first week nearly over
and the impending first weigh in looming, I am feeling positive. I haven’t been drinking, eating crap or
buying shite. I’ve been cooking in work
and planning my meals. I’ve been quite
busy so the week has flown. I have to be
down pounds, this weeks lifestyle changes were huge, but manageable. I know I have gone on a bit but this is my first
post about this, I promise it will be shorter. I hope you will follow
my progress and if you see me with a donut in hand, a swift kick to the swollen
ear should sort me out.
I shall update you following my
weigh in, feel free to share if you dare.
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