It's time..

When I was 5, I was an overweight child. My parents figured it was just that typical "puppy fat" stage that some kids go through and eventually I'd outgrow it. At 9, they took me to a dietician who I remember to be incredibly rude and mean after returning from a family holiday in Disneyland where my parents had allowed me to gain a kg because of the bad food I was eating out there. Ruthless.

I've always been on the heavy side. Sometimes not so heavy more thick, but mostly- just plain old overweight. At 29, I think it's time for me to face reality and the truth. I need to do this for me. I've lost myself.

I'm not lazy. I currently go to the gym 6 days a week. I have a personal trainer who kicks my ass every time. I eat healthy except for one day a week which is my free day. It's a struggle since my whole family are foodies and wino's and my brother considers himself the next Jamie Oliver. I've had 3 tests done to assess any physical/medical problems that may be affecting my ability to lose weight. All clear.

So, I guess now it's up to me, I gotta push harder, find a different program, eat less calories. I decided to blog about it in the hopes that it will stop me from bailing out. I can't bail this time. I want this. I want to have an amazing 30th. So here I am. Trying to better my life. Find me again, without losing my ass that all those squats I do (painfully every day) have given me.



currently 35 kg away from goal weight.. oh boy.