Back in the game

So, I haven’t updated since April. I’m sorry. I do actually have several entries that I started writing – they just seemed to peter out and I ran out of oomph.

 

What’s been going on? I hear you ask. Well, several things actually.

 

I have been very ill. Over summer, my legs stopped cooperating (thank you spine) and so I was basically immobile for the longest time because even just walking around my house would send my legs and ankles into unbearable cramps and spasms. It got better, I found some insoles that really helped and I rested like crazy. This did not aid my weightloss, unfortunately. I’ve started walking again… and now my back and legs are complaining once more. I would say I just can’t win, but I’m trying to be more optimistic – and my lovely GP is sending me back to the spinal surgeons.

 

I also discovered several amazing, life changing things. Firstly, I started volunteering with Dartmoor Hill Ponies on their Wild to Wonderful Program (www.wildtowonderful.org) and it turns out I am becoming rapidly more and more obsessed with these wonderful Ponies. Their genetics are amazing – far from the ‘mutts’ they had been derided as, testing by the University of Aberystwyth has concluded that actually, these Hill Ponies (not to be confuses with Dartmoor Ponies, the ‘Hill’ is the important bit) there a unique genetic heritage that enables their survival on the moor, no matter what shape or colour they are. How brilliant is that?!

Anyway, I have been helping out with training them when I can, and it turns out that actually, it is something I am rather good at. Unfortunately I am bound by the restrictions of my own body, but it’s good for the soul to be there.

 

This brings me onto my second discovery. A woman comes and helps out and does something called Equine Touch – I admit, I thought it was going to be just another one of these pseudoscience voodoo things and internally yawned; right up until I saw her working on one wild pony and then the entire rest of the barn of ponies also fell asleep!!! Consider me well back in my box and educated – I am converted, I NEED this skillset. I have begun training myself and am delighted to say that this is something I can do around my disabilities!! To become fully trained takes about three years, so I need to be patient (and keep scraping pennies together), but finally, work I can do to the beat of my own drum and around my body’s needs. I am loathed to be dependant on handouts – I just can’t work full-time, my various illnesses will not allow for that. So, I am hoping I will through this be able to realise my ambitions and become an independent business woman!

 

That’s all for now, I leave you with a picture of one of the most gorgeous Hillies I have had the privilege of working with, Prince. He even loaded backwards into his trailer by the time I was done with him 😆

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I am an addict

Here I am, on my own wights loss journey, once again. I have a goal, to lost enough weight to safely horse-ride again, on a trip I’m hoping to take next year with my dad. As a self identifying fat chick, fat girl, fat woman, fat person, whatever, but fat (which is an okay word for me, it’s accurate), I am learning about myself and about my food problems. I managed to watch ‘Addicted to Food’ on Netflix (well worth a watch) and, as a result, I have words I can finally say.

I am an addict.

Not words I ever thought I’d say, I’ll be honest. Coming off a prescription drug habit was nothing in comparison to the montumental task facing me around food addiction. As I get further into my own recovery however I will, this time, armed with more knowledge, self acceptance, self love and a cracking therapist, be able to have more longterm success.

This weight loss endeavour is not about being thin. This is the honest to goodness lifestyle change people laud, the quest for health. My body may be a temple to Dyonisus, but it is a temple none the less – I already love it. I suspect nearly dying twice last year made me realise quite how much I have to be greatful for.

Anyway, a fellow fat – though now decidedly less so – friend and I were chatting. She has been on an amazing journey, she has worked her socks off and she is my inspiration. As much as I have a medical staff keeping both eyes firmly on me, she is my peer support and rock – so I thought I’d give her a guest spot in my blog. Weightloss is going to figure in my blog, as part of my relating to myself and the world, so you may very well be hearing from Jade again! I’m certainly not done talking on the subject. Without further ado, here is the lady herself!!!

“Loosing weight sucks. It really does. Its fucking hard. Sometimes every minute is a battle. This past few days I’ve been battling each minute and earlier on today I lost that battle. I ate foods that are off plan knowing exactly what I was doing and hating myself for doing it even as each tasty morsel passed my lips. And loosing makes me feel weak, and feeling weak makes me want to eat. I just want to eat and eat untill these feelings go away. It feels like a weight is crushing my chest and the only way to fight it is to expand myself out like filling up a baloon. But every baloon can only fill so far…and since I’ve been eating less my stomach has shrunk so much. The last time I had an off plan day I felt so sick that a barely slept. My stomach just couldnt cope. I wanted to throw up to make the pain go away but bullemia has never been my beast to fight. I retain food because food manages my feelings better than I can…better than anyone else can either. People let me down. If you want get deep, my parents weren’t there for me as a child. Now I’ve come to terms with the fact it simultaneously is and isnt their fault. They did what they could with what they had and keeping a roof over our heads and food on the table trumped being there for every emotional situation. But still…the little girl inside me learned that food would always be there. For every celebration, every commiseration, every anxiety and every tear there was food. I don’t know what emotion I’ve been fighting this past few days…thats the problem really…how do you fight something you cant see? But whatever it is i gave in and ate on it. Im not going to win every battle…no one wins them all. But as my dad likes to quote Rocky “Its not about how hard you can hit, its about how hard you can get hit and keep fighting”. Every new minute a new fight begins. Every minute, every meal I dont eat off plan, every time I fight past my emotions I win and its been 13 months with more victories than losses. Approximately 70lbs worth of victories to be fair! Thats no mean feat…I could have lost more in that time. I dont like to dwell on “ifs” but if I didnt suffer with binge eating, if I hadnt had 2 months off recovering from a cervical operation and 2 months off with a seriously stubborn flu/cold/cough thing, if I focussed on cardio instead if weight training… Theres alot of ifs but the one that really gets me is “if I took my weight loss seriously” because in spite of all the genuine reasons I didn’t do as well as I’d like, I can hold my hands up and say there were too many times I just couldnt be bothered to try harder. At least now that isn’t the case, I’m trying my damned hardest. I’m working out 5 times a week and eating healthy 99% of the time. In fact I’ve had only 2 really unhealthy days in the past 5 weeks, and 2 not ideal days including today. I’m pretty hard on myself sometimes but thats impressive! I preach to anyone who will listen that the most important thing to loosing this weight has been learning to forgive myself when i do slip up. Doesn’t matter if its one meal, one day, a weekend, a week…just pick up, dust off and get back on with it. Sometimes I need to be better at listening to my own advice.”

Jade, I love you. You’re an inspiration and an unwavering supporter on this crazy journey. ❤

More to follow soon!