So, growing up I was pretty active a size 8 at age 17, pretty happy with life. Then my ovaries and hormones decided to declare war and its been one ever since.
In the space of a year I gained 13kgs! Didn’t think too much of it, it didn’t go past 69kgs so I wasn’t concerned.
I did try to lose weight for my wedding managing to get down to 63kgs and when I fell pregnant I was 65kg.
On the day I went into labour I weighed in at 82.5kgs.
A week later I was 72kgs. That’s manageable. I worked hard and got down to 68.
We then moved back to NSW from WA and I was 74. This was March last year.
At Christmas I weighed in and was 86kgs. More than I was at full term with my son. I became depressed, I was shocked, upset and confused. I didn’t know how that had happened. My diet hadn’t changed- but my hormones did.
I battle with PCOS and I thought this was under control but there was a zag in the road and my weight paid the toll.
Over the last 8 months I have managed to lose 8 kgs. It has been up and down and not as steady as I would like but it’s finally turning around.
I now enjoy the exercise and find myself looking forward to it!
My husband has been super supportive even getting up with me at 5am to make sure I am up and working out.
The weight gain has effected my life in ways I never thought it would, or could!
But I’m seeing a light and the tunnel doesn’t seem so scary!