Living life while I’m still fat

Looking back over the last year, I feel like I’ve pulled myself out of a hole. I’ve started doing a lot of new things that I never would have done before, and now I only wonder why I never did them?

For nearly two years, I went to work, I went to the gym (and did a half-assed job) and I went home, and I ate. That’s about it. I didn’t have a car, so that explains some of it, but also, I just didn’t much like to go out.

One of the biggest things I’ve started doing now is dancing classes. I’m not sure if I would have done that when I was at my heaviest. I started back in the summer, and at the time I was still around 72-73 kilos. Not slim by anyone’s standards, I’m still not really, but at the time I was just feeling good about the weight I had lost so far. 

Once I started I loved it! If I had started doing this three years ago, my weight might not have ever gotten out of control. I’ve discovered that my weight is a lot easier to control when I’m happy, and doing new things makes me happy.

So I guess for anyone who’s out there reading this, the lesson is this - don’t wait until you’re thin to go out and live, it might never happen. Go out and live first, and getting thin might just follow. All those things that I’ve been putting off until I get thin, I’m going to go and do them now, I’m not going to wait for that last 8 kilos to come off. Rock climbing and sailing and all the rest of it - just as soon as I can find some free time from dancing!