Right, well waaaaaaay back when I first started this blog it was going to be about being good to my body, body positivity... I have not been good to my body, not even a little bit at all this year.
I've been getting bigger and bigger and more and more uncomfortable, seriously!
When I sit, my belly spreads itself out across my lap and my boobs dribble down over it. My face is being swallowed by my neck and extra chins.
If you're good with being heavily overweight then all power to you but for me it's not a nice feeling... I'm not even talking about how I look, I'm talking about how I feel. In the summer time the sweat dribbles from everywhere, under my boobs swampy puddles make me stinky. My thighs love each other more than a pair of hot blooded teenagers and are covered with pash rash which doesn't really matter because I'm not sure if I still have a vagina or if it's been swallowed by the flab (I cannot see, there is a belly roll so big it's created a roof that I can't see over).
So, here's the thing... Recently my beloved Aunty was diagnosed with breast cancer, just over a week ago she had a masectomy and more cancer was found. The other boobie needs to come off and she gets the pleasure of chemotherapy and radiation.
I found out that this years Miss Muddy is donating proceeds to the McGrath Foundation and thought it would be a great way to have a bit of fun whilst helping this awesome charity, seemed apt.
I then started thinking about it some more, even though Miss Muddy doesn't really need participants to be fit, the idea of moving my wobbly bits around that course felt nauseating but then I thought... it's just not possible to become stronger and healthier, I'm just too far gone!
ENTER DILRUK JAYASINHA!
If you don't know by now, I'm a massive fan of podcasts and through listening to The Little Dum Dum Club and I Love Green Guide Letters I've grown to love Dil. He seems like the happiest fat man ever! I follow him on Facebook and Twitter and recently he's been on a mission to lose weight... and he's doing super well. I had an idea, if someone I adore is doing something like this then I probably can too (fuck, if my Aunty can give cancer the big FUCK YOU, I can do this). I sent him a message, explaining my situation and he was super encouraging and so... without further ado... I confess to you that I now weigh a whooping 109kg and intend to weigh 80kg by Miss Muddy in October.
*I AM AWARE IT'S EASTER DAY AS I WRITE THIS*
I've been getting bigger and bigger and more and more uncomfortable, seriously!
When I sit, my belly spreads itself out across my lap and my boobs dribble down over it. My face is being swallowed by my neck and extra chins.
If you're good with being heavily overweight then all power to you but for me it's not a nice feeling... I'm not even talking about how I look, I'm talking about how I feel. In the summer time the sweat dribbles from everywhere, under my boobs swampy puddles make me stinky. My thighs love each other more than a pair of hot blooded teenagers and are covered with pash rash which doesn't really matter because I'm not sure if I still have a vagina or if it's been swallowed by the flab (I cannot see, there is a belly roll so big it's created a roof that I can't see over).
So, here's the thing... Recently my beloved Aunty was diagnosed with breast cancer, just over a week ago she had a masectomy and more cancer was found. The other boobie needs to come off and she gets the pleasure of chemotherapy and radiation.
I found out that this years Miss Muddy is donating proceeds to the McGrath Foundation and thought it would be a great way to have a bit of fun whilst helping this awesome charity, seemed apt.
I then started thinking about it some more, even though Miss Muddy doesn't really need participants to be fit, the idea of moving my wobbly bits around that course felt nauseating but then I thought... it's just not possible to become stronger and healthier, I'm just too far gone!
ENTER DILRUK JAYASINHA!
If you don't know by now, I'm a massive fan of podcasts and through listening to The Little Dum Dum Club and I Love Green Guide Letters I've grown to love Dil. He seems like the happiest fat man ever! I follow him on Facebook and Twitter and recently he's been on a mission to lose weight... and he's doing super well. I had an idea, if someone I adore is doing something like this then I probably can too (fuck, if my Aunty can give cancer the big FUCK YOU, I can do this). I sent him a message, explaining my situation and he was super encouraging and so... without further ado... I confess to you that I now weigh a whooping 109kg and intend to weigh 80kg by Miss Muddy in October.
*I AM AWARE IT'S EASTER DAY AS I WRITE THIS*