Okay, where do I start?
Many many moons ago I was at a 21st birthday party. When the birthday girl was giving a wee speech and thanking everybody for coming and thanking her parents for taking her to New York one of the guests shouted out she was a “spoiled c**t”. Now, me being me I looked over and told him to shhh as there were children there and its frankly bloody f’ing rude!
The guys pal comes back from the bar and he relays the story to him, points over at me and says “that fat c**t over there” I was devastated… I ended up being too self conscious to dance and even more so to go to the buffet. I told everybody I was fine, but obviously I wasn’t.
This obviously wasn’t the first time my weight was an issue or got me down so my parents suggested a Gastric band… my mum thought this was a drastic measure and told me that she wanted me to try one last thing and if that didn’t work she would give me her blessing. So she put me in touch with Chris, a client of hers who was a Cambridge Weight Management Plan Consultant (don’t call it a diet)
The first time I met Chris she weighed and measured me and sent me off with my wee box of shakes. I could not believe this was my food for the week! Sitting there, with a box no bigger than a KFC box meal and this was to do me for the week!?!
The first day (a Thursday) was truly horrific, I think I had myself convinced that I was gonna die. Every shake I had tried was disgusting and I had no energy and could not stop crying. I remember my mum brining me through my “dinner” 120g of chicken and 3 bits of broccoli, it was such a small portion that it fitted on a saucer. My parents told me that I didn’t have to keep putting myself through this and I could stop if I wanted to.
I managed to muddle through the Friday by filling myself with water but I still felt terrible. On the Saturday I went back to see Chris to swap some of my shakes for ones I found not as minging. When I was there she weighed me, I’d lost 4lbs…. right okay, it was like chucking a deck chair off the Titanic but it was a start.
Okay, so I’m not proud of it but I will admit to this. I remember one day standing opening a tin of dog meat to feed Archie and I was so hungry I almost licked the spoon… You’d think it had been a piece of steak the way my mouth was watering and the spoon came waaaay closer to passing my lips than it should have. Thank god Archie got moved onto dry food!
From then on I was so determined to keep going and I did, for 7 months. I lost 107lbs and went from a dress size 20 to a 6 but the problem was I was addicted to it. I would beg Chris to let me have one more week on the program level that I was on, it was intended to only be used for people that were classed as morbidly obese with a high BMI and not intended to be used for any more than 6 weeks without a break, not 7 months…