I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but life kept getting in the way. Busy job, end-of-term parties, family birthdays, etc etc etc. It turns out I’m pretty good at finding excuses.
The deciding factor was getting to the end of a crazy time at work and using the first weekend in months without bringing urgent work home to catch up on a pile of life admin, including sorting out summer and winter clothes. It fast became clear that I couldn’t hide from it any longer: I am clearly the widest I’ve ever been.
With a hugely exciting job in a frontline NHS organisation, I’m reminded daily of the financial pressures that the health service operates under, and the difficult choices that colleagues continually need to make. And with the approaching anniversary of the NHS’s creation, I’ve had the number 70 on my mind for some weeks now.
So here’s the thing: I’m committing to losing 70 pounds, in order to mark the 70th birthday of the NHS.
I want to move more easily. I want to be able to wear some of the lovely clothes lurking at the back of my wardrobe. I want to not be the person needing a knee replacement before I’m 50, with no history of skiing, road running, or skateboarding.
So I’m starting anew. I’ve rejoined FatClub online, and dragged Squeevie to the shops to ensure availability of healthy options for the next few days.
I’ve identified some quick wins, some tangible as well as achievable rewards, and most importantly, I’m going public about the idea. As someone who loathes the idea of losing face, this is a key motivator for me. Plus linking the target to an external as well as deeply personal framework gives me parameters I can’t hide away from.
So this is Day One. Monday 28 May 2018. I know it’s not going to be easy, and it would be fab if you’d add your support, particularly when the going gets (even) tougher. There are a bundle of milestones and hurdles I know I will need to pass through, and I’m going to blog as I go, if for no other reason than to keep my hands occupied and stop me sneaking snacks in the evening.
But it’s important that I do this: for me, for Squeevie, and as a small contribution to supporting a sustainable future for the NHS. And if Kylie can look like that at 50, I’ve got no excuse.