Wednesday the 25th of January - 88.3kgs.

So it’s been a while. It is now January the 24th, 2012. The new year has brought great excitement, with my eldest sister getting married. My eldest sister is the greatest inspiration in my life. She made a lifestyle change that benefited her greatly, she lost approximately 30kgs. Walking before her down the isle as a bridesmaid was one of the proudest moments of my life. Watching her marry the man she loved, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, but more importantly, how truly happy she appeared to be. Since my last post I have lost 5 kilo’s, currently weighing in at approximately 89 kilograms. Although I have lost 11 kilo’s, I don’t believe I’m working anywhere near hard enough, it shouldn’t have taken this long. I am now starting a new journey, weighing myself every Wednesday, starting tomorrow. I pledge to lose 5 kilo’s by the end of February - that is my goal. I need to eat better, work harder, but most importantly stay motivated and patient. This isn’t going to happen overnight, but it will happen eventually. Stay tuned for my weigh in tomorrow.

My name is Indigo, and I have just told you my first lie. My name is not Indigo but for the purpose of this blog, and my own personal reasoning for not wanting to disclose my real name, it can be. For a long time I have denied my own insecurities. I have gone on for too long telling myself that I am happy with how I look. I hated the idea of being a typical whiny teenager who complains about her weight, so once I realised that I wasn’t happy with how I looked, I decided to take action. Along with my sister, my mother, her best friend and her daughter, I joined Weight Watchers. Finding out that I had reached 100kgs, I was devastated, but that only encouraged me further. I definitely did not want to be bigger. The first week rolled around, and I lost 2.8kgs, the most out of our small group. Fair to say that I was stoked! That first weight loss helped me along. Eventually my mother, her best friend and her daughter all dropped out, various excuses played a part on their behalf, but when it really came down to it, it was lazyness. Me and my sister had a setback then, being financially unstable we had a relapse, missing the meetings for two or three weeks, causing me to gain back another 1kg. Once we got back into it, I really got back into it! I started exercising, eating well.. everything they tell you to do. Since getting back on the bandwagon, I currently weigh 94.4kgs. Sure, it’s nowhere near I want to be but I believe it’s important to celebrate the small goals. I have lost over 5kgs, and now I have to do it another 7 times. My sister is my real inspiration, she recently lost over 20kgs and is still going! We have a goal - to look absolutely great for her wedding in January. January the 20th, roughly 24 weeks away. Realistically I hope to have dropped down to 80kgs by then. So here I am, proud of myself but realising that I still have a long way to go to reach my goal of 60kgs. I know it’s not much, I know 5kgs isn’t much, but I feel so much better. I don’t feel like this is some diet, I feel as if this is a lifestyle change (again very cliche I know, but true).