Therapy on Tuesday felt more motivating than anything else. I found life a bit of a struggle over the weekend despite walking more than I’ve done in years.
As my therapist told me “it’s not about the fact you’ve had a dip in mood again, but about how you recover in your own time”. Think I put myself under so much unnecessary pressure due to negative influences in my life growing up.
Now I’ve learned not to beat myself up when things don’t go to plan.
I am human after all. We all make mistakes. We live and learn ♥️🙏
Just had another good session with my personal trainer this morning. Weigh in day and lost another 2 kilos in 2 weeks. That’s a total of 20 kilos since May/June time. Really chuffed to bits with the progress. Still focused and will continue to work hard to get to where I want to be. It’s not just doing wonders for my physical health and confidence but it’s also improving my mental health massively!
Back in May I looked at myself in the mirror and I was fucking disgusted at what I saw. (I will upload a picture in the future to compare then/now, but not right now 😂)
This man looking back at me, wasn’t me. I couldn’t see my old self. Who had I become? No tip toeing around – I was a mess and something just clicked – it was time to get a grip of myself and fight back from this crippling illness. I grabbed the bull by the horns and set myself goals. I’m well on track now (maybe more so, than I’d hoped) but I still a long way to go!
I had certain family and friends who used to take the piss out of me for my weight. “Just banter” they would say. But its not “just banter” to someone fighting mental illness and suffering from body confidence issues. It was very hurtful and I now choose not to surround myself with bastards like that anymore.
I might have been fat but at least I wasn’t a wanker like you mate 👌😂
Anyway back with my Longines today. Forgot how much I love this watch. One of my first luxury pieces. It was a treat for myself when I first started working for myself. Hard work pays off!