There are many times I’ve opened my laptop ready to ‘update my blog’ only to stumble and fall at the first hurdle. Why would anyone want to read about my life? I’m not sure why today was any different but as I woke up and thought about my journey over the last year it dawned on me; I need to write this blog for myself.
I need to read this back in years to come and congratulate myself on becoming the person I am today and the person I hope I to become in the future.
Moving to Australia wasn’t just a gap year for me, it was a huge turning point on how I viewed myself. I didn’t work hard at this, in fact it’s when I stopped thinking about myself that the changes seemed to happen. I fell in love and met some amazing people who were at times a little crazy like myself. Slowly but surely the madness stopped. I stopped the five year analysis I’d been torturing myself with since my college days; since I was 17 years old and I became free.
This new found freedom allowed me to seek out happiness and small changes became a change in life style. I finally overcame the gluten intolerance, when I say overcame I managed to cut it out of my diet completely without sobbing every time I saw a bakery (although double chocolate muffins still make me teary eyed from time to time). This in effect allowed me to introduce healthier food items into my diet without me even noticing. I had more energy to be happy and when I moved to Finland to be with my boyfriend in September of last year I realised I’d lost over a stone in weight.
For anyone who uses scales please refrain from doing so. Not dieting and weighing myself was the BEST thing I ever did. I have to admit, during my three month stay in Finland I did get a little scales obsessed. I didn’t work during my time there, I didn’t have access to a gym and when I tried to run 5k I had what I can only describe as being an ‘allergic reaction’ to both exercise and -2 degrees. My throat was sore and my nose runny so I ran a little then walked back home.
My boyfriends parents were really lovely, feeding me meat and salads most nights so I did keep off the weight. I also mastered being gluten free in a country full of patisseries. Having the confidence to say you have an intolerance when going for tea at someone’s house and even in restaurants at times is hard. You feel like you’re an inconvenience and more often than not people insinuate you’ve decided to be gluten free.
There have been many times where I have been eating out and can see the odd eye roll when I ask for a gluten free menu. Please understand that I didn’t decide this because nobody in their right mind would decide to do this! It’s not the same as being a vegan!
After three months in a foreign land it was time for me to head home and reconnect with old family and friends. Moving home was a huge deal to me because it meant I had to face my demons, and by demons I don’t mean my mum and sister! Home is where I had started the analysis and I was scared it would all come back when I didn’t have distractions to take my mind off it.
At first it was a bit of a challenge, I didn’t retract anything I had done so far but I also didn’t progress in the way I wanted to. It wasn’t until I landed a longer contract at a company next to my gym that I started to put in the work. Having to constantly save and being in a long distance relationship has also helped. I never have the money to go on wild nights out regularly so I’m not drowning myself in take away food and alcohol. I also wanted to show my boyfriend how hard I’d been working at being a better person, both mentally and physically, so each time I’ve seen him it’s been a healthy target point for change.
As I woke up this morning, I lay there for an hour and thought about how different I am now. I’m a lot happier, patient and healthy. I’ve lost almost 3 stone, have gone from being a size 16 to a size 10 and I actually enjoy going to the gym.
I have more appreciation for the friends and family in my life because if they’re still in my life then they bring positivity to it. I can’t wait to move to New Zealand and see what else the world has to offer! I’m sure there are still many many adventures left to come and I’m going to enjoy all of them.
I decided to write this blog now because I have 6 weeks until I go to Greece and 9 until I move to New Zealand. I’ve been working so hard to organise my big move whilst still changing my nutrition and exercise. I have one final push to lose the stomach fat at the bottom that everyone hates because it just sits there doing nothing. But I will do it and I’ll document that.
It’s also the last few months I have to see my friends and family, whilst saving money and working all hours. So much to do and I’m going to write about as much as I can. Now I’m about to go to the gym on a Sunday, because well why not?