I finally did it. I weigh the same as what I’ve lost – 121kg. When I stood on the scales and saw those numbers, it was quite surreal. It was different to when I had officially lost 100kg as I had been actively trying to get to that point but this was different – I haven’t been trying to lose weight this time round – I have been trying to keep my head above water. Weight loss is something that has been happening quietly in the background whether I’m ready for it or not. So when I saw those numbers a few weeks ago, I didn’t get too excited as I know that I’ll see them again and again over the next few months as one thing I’ve learned very well is weight loss is not linear – I’ll never say ‘I’ve lost such and such forever’ as I probably haven’t.
I know I’m going to get asked – how have I lost the weight over the last 6 months. Whilst I haven’t been as active on socials as I normally am, I have been posting my stories. I walk most days, I drink at least 2 litres of water on most days and I’ve been focussing a lot on trying to get good quality sleep (although it doesn’t always work!). I’ve also been in a calorie deficit (whether it be a good thing or a bad thing as some days I wasn’t able to eat due to stress). I’m also on a medication called Zyban which is being used to treat my depression – some people lose up to 5% of their body weight on this medication (that would have been about 7kg for me). Now that I'm a better head space and I'm doing all the 'normal' things again, I am going to notice my weight hover around the 120kg mark for a while and that's okay.
It's been
hard seeing myself get smaller. I haven’t
celebrated it like I have in previous years.
Not because I’m not proud of myself or ecstatic that it’s happened – I am
but Psychologically, I’m not ready for it as I’m trying so hard to keep my shit
together that I don’t have time to process the image that is staring back in
the mirror at me or the fact that I now slide into size 20 pants. I haven’t been this weight since my late
teens/early twenties.
Because I
haven’t been up to going to the gym or doing much else other than what I have
been, I haven’t been toning so my skin is wobbly! Especially my ‘bat wings’. I’m not worried about this as I know it will
only take me a few months to feel more comfortable with them once I start doing
some exercises but even when I type that, I try and find an answer to ‘when
will you feel like toning up?’ and there is no answer there.
I think the
biggest thing I’ve struggled with over the last 12 months is the lack of
motivation and interest I have had in anything.
It simply doesn’t exist. The last
12 months for me has been a challenge – it was this time last year I advised my
Psychologist that I didn’t think the job I was in at the time was what they
said it was going to be and sure enough, 4 months later I’d find myself in
Hospital experiencing suicidal ideation.
None of that was on my bingo card for 2024/2025. But it happened. And I ended up in a slump. One that would end up being one of the
biggest fights of my life and one that would change the direction I was heading
in.
I’ve really
had to be gentle on myself and show myself compassion – something I’m not good
at doing. I am my own worst critic and I
used to speak to myself in a horrible way but being kind, understanding and accepting
a lot of stuff that I haven’t wanted to has been hard. I haven’t worked since August 2024 because I
haven’t been able to. I believe I’m
almost ready to dip my toe into something again but what that looks like, I don’t
know. Part of that excites me but the
other part is terrified because it’s really made me look at where I want to be
and I think I know where that is. It’s
right here doing this. Sharing my
experiences in order to help others and using my battles to help others feel
strong.
Sorry to
use the C word but… in 2020 when Covid hit, I thought that is when I was at the
peak of my game. I was at the gym every
day, I was eating well, I had started my ‘workout with Steph’ groups and had
started rolling out the program that I had written. And then bang. Covid hit.
And I headed in a different direction at that point. I was doing things that I still enjoy doing –
mainly Youth work but found it hard to get back on path that I was on which is
why perhaps this is a blessing in disguise.
I’m the type
of person that believes everything happens for a reason. I don’t mean that the things that happen are
always going to be nice or pleasant (a lot of them are fucked up!) but I like
to think that those experiences shape us and prepare us for our next adventure
which makes me grateful for the struggles I’ve encountered in the last 12
months – it’s given me a greater appreciation for a lot of things and has
pushed me out of my comfort zone more times than I wanted but did I die? No.
What’s next for me? I’d like to hope that slowly I can get back into what I was doing – Personal Training, coaching, counselling, workshops, podcasts, groups – all the things! But for the moment, I need to keep doing what I’ve been doing so well – putting one foot in front of the other and getting through each day – even if sometimes it’s minute by minute.
Oh, how did
I celebrate losing what I weigh? I ate a
fucking lamington – that’s how. Is there
any other way it should have been done?
Thank you
all for being here. I appreciate every
single one of you. I’m sorry if I don’t respond
to inboxes as quickly as I used to but I see them there and I feel so much
love, support and encouragement in this space.
I am truly blessed.