13/10/2025
22 weeks apart…still a long way to go but taking a moment to celebrate how far I’ve come.
23 weeks ago I lay on a sofa in our villa in Florida and cried, I couldn’t do it anymore. Hiding from the camera, exhausted walking up the road to the park to sit there instead of play with my children because I was too tired and too sweaty. I hated how I felt and despised what I had become, lazy and unbelievably unhealthy - what kind of example was I setting to my tinies watching?!!
23 weeks ago I reached out to because I knew I couldn’t do this on my own and it’s a decision I will not regret.
22 weeks on with keeping me accountable and cheering me on, I am stronger, I feel healthier and I’m starting to like what I see staring back at me in the mirror. I no longer avoid having to go back upstairs when I forget something and my body actually craves movement now!! Does this mean I don’t sit in my car outside the gym psyching myself up to walk in for 20 minutes, nope - I still do that but the feeling of accomplishment walking out after is beyond wonderful!!
The girl lying on that sofa thought this was not going to be possible, the mama sitting in the park embarrassed to join in play incase people were judging never saw the day of playing on a seesaw freely and happily with her 11yr old.
Today I am thankful for how far I’ve come and I can see how far I have to go but it no longer overwhelms me, let’s go!!💪💪💪