Thursday, 25 September 2014

Eat Less. Move More

I have to apologise to The Ordinary Lovely that is Rachel for the delay in this guest post.  Its taken me so long to put it up on my blog that she's probably 2 stone lighter by now. Still, at least you won't have to wait too long for the next installment. Seeing as my sister has gone AWOL and the carb diet has been ditched - Rachel has taken on the baton for weight loss.  So without further ado, over to you Rachel......

So I’ve finally had to bite the bullet rather than the cake and accept that I’m, well, a little on the porky side. Not fat. Not massively overweight. Just chubby. But chubby enough that my clothes are starting to feel the strain. The waistband of my jeans is starting to leave not-so-pretty patterns in my ample tummy for far to long after I take them off and shirts with buttons have been relegated to the back of the wardrobe as no safety pin strong enough exists to keep them from pinging open and flashing my seen-better-days nursing bras.

I should’ve reached this point of realisation a little sooner but we moved back to the UK from Switzerland at the end of last year (we lived there for seven years) and I reignited an affair with my long, lost lover … Mr Cadbury. But now, after nine months of gorging myself on his delights, it’s time for me to admit that this relationship has no longevity and I must muster all the strength that I have and get out now.

Be gone with you Cadbury’s Cream Eggs. Get out of my sight velvety Wispa bars. And never darken my door again oh so yummy Caramels.

Ten years ago, before I got married, I weighed a svelte 8 stone 10 pounds. Five years ago, post-marriage/pre-children, I weighed a healthy 9 stone 10 pounds. Now I step on the scales and cringe when I see 10 stone 10 pounds. It might now sound like a particularly huge amount but when you do all that BMI trickery, it does mean that I end up in the overweight category. So not very healthy, really. Not very healthy at all.

So what to do?

Much like Tash, I pretty much believe in the old school rule of if you want to lose weight, you need to eat less and move more. My general diet is not all that bad. The meals I eat are perfect and don’t really need adjusting … maybe slightly smaller portions would help. It’s the snacks that get me. Like I mentioned, I can’t walk past a chocolate aisle in the supermarket without filling my basket but that needs to stop. Crisps are my other downfall. I love them a bit too much.

I’ve also done next to no exercise over the past ten years. I can find all sorts of reasons why but you don’t want to hear my pathetic excuses. Just know that I’m starting to change this. I once loved to run. After three recent attempts, it turns out that I’m now quite rubbish at it but, on the positive side, it turns out that I still love it. Winner!

I have my sights set on getting back down to 9 stone something by Christmas. I’d like to be able to eat Christmas dinner without undoing my jeans. I’d like to be able to eat Christmas pudding without yet another button popping on my top.

Here’s the current scores on the doors:

Weight: 10 stone 10 pounds
Waist: 38 inches
Chest: 42 inches
Bottom: 40 inches
Thigh: 21 inches

And some ‘before’ pics.

I don’t have a full length mirror, sorry, but you can see quite clearly that I carry my weight round my tummy. It never really went back to normal after having me two boys … not helped by me stuffing my face through the breastfeeding months.

With a bit of luck, Tash will let me hijack her blog again in a couple of months time so I can give you a bit of an update.

Wish me luck!

Good luck we can't wait to hear your update. I will be back shortly to give you an update on my boot camp workout and other tittle tattle! See you soon! 


  1. Ooooh I love these real life stories and can't wait for the after photos. Good Luck Rachel.

    1. Me too - looking forward to the after photos x

  2. Crikey, I best get my bottom moving now this is out in public.