I'm not Bridget Jones

For quite some time now, I've been at home... I quit my job months ago and decided to take a well deserved break. I told Mother I needed a month to recuperate from the accumulated stress - from the 'daily grind' you know. It became two months, then three... Well, I'm still here, suddenly facing the end of another year. How did that happen?

So, yeah. Now I've got a lot of time on my hands. I've been doing quite a bit with it too - except updating the much neglected blog. That's why I'm going to regale you now with the story of my weight loss. -_-'

When I quit, I was 12 kilograms above my proper weight. Now, I'm only 2 kgs overweight. And I'm super hyped about it. I've never been one of those girls who are on perpetual diets of leaves and shoots and nothing else. I eat proper Indian food, home cooked meals and things like that. I love my food. Absolutely adore chocolate. I like to eat. But I've not had serious weight issues until I started the teaching thing 2 years ago. I guess the stress and the time that it took away from my personal life brought me crashing down. I couldn't be arsed about my weight and I didn't approach the bathroom scale.

And then, all of a sudden, I made a "shh shh" sound whenever I walked. My thighs were rubbing against each other in an irritatingly uncomfortable manner. You can imagine how embarrassing it got when I could hear the sound I made even above the loud music I listened to on my iPod. I started thinking about what others would be thinking about me as I walked past them - a big deal to me, cos normally, I don't get my feathers ruffled over what someone thinks of me. Another thing started bugging me. I had stretch marks on my clothes, especially at the back. I couldn't walk properly and my upper body weight gain also gave me weird feelings of tension when I reached out to take something or other - as if I would tear my shirt if I overreached (in the Faustian manner of course).

I began to exercise like a maniac. My clothes would be drenched in sweat and my hair would be damp with more sweat. Sweat. Ugh. I have to say I hate that word...

Anyway, after a few months of sweating like the fat pig I was and eating only 2 meals a day, I began recognising the difference. I couldn't remember when was the last time I had fallen ill. No longer did I have unsightly love handles. (Too much information? Hehe...) Consequently I didn't have to wince at any stretch marks on my clothes (huzzah!). By this time, I was practically grinning at my reflection on the mirror. It's the first time, you have to understand, that I've stuck to any exercise regimen and reaped the benefits.

So yeah. I've surprised myself with my determination to do something and actually getting it done. I still have to lose just that bit more and I know I'm gonna do it cos it's the easy bit after losing like 10 kgs already. Wish me luck :D