When I saw a request sent out for The Real Women Revolution I thought - 'what a great project. I really want to be a part of this!'. Then when I put pen to paper (or thumbs to keypad I guess) I didn't know what to write!. I don't have an epic story of transformation. I haven’t beaten the odds or found enlightenment. I'm just me. That's when I realised that this is the whole point. Not everyone has been through a five year fitness transformation or found self love through a Buddhist retreat. Most women are just like me. We don't hate our bodies but we don't love it either. So, here's my "average" real women story:
I was skinny as a teenager and through most of university. And by skinny I mean I struggled to hit 50kg so that I could donate blood. My jeans were a size 6 or 8. At almost 1.6m tall this meant my hipbones were visible regardless of what position I was in. Yet I didn't consider myself skinny because my thighs still rubbed together and I had visible cellulite. How can you be too thin if you don't have a thigh gap right?
Anyway, I met my now husband at University and somehow being happy made me hungry (haha) I gained weight and by the time we married I was around 55kgs and between a size 8 and 10. In hindsight this is my ideal weight. At the time I couldn't look past my muffin top. I thought I needed to lose weight because I couldn't fit into my UNI clothes anymore. It didn't bother me too much though and I started being more adventurous with food and getting into cooking.
By the time I fell pregnant with my first daughter I was 58kg. I put on 12kg and lost about 15 in the weeks following her birth. The stress of a new baby and not knowing what the #@$& I was doing made me drop weight at a rapid pace. Then I found my groove with motherhood and slowly my weight went up. There were attempts to exercise or eat clean here and there but I didn't put too much of an effort in. My jeans went up to a size 12 before I realised that I felt very uncomfortable at my new weight of 65kg. I started working out.
When I fell pregnant the second time I was fitter than I had been in years. My weight had only dropped 2kg but I noticed the difference in my clothes. A size 10 fitted me comfortably and I felt sexy. I felt confident. The second pregnancy was much harder on me. My body ached, I was tired all the time and I was moody as hell. I stopped exercising and pretty much ate what I wanted. I didn't keep track of how much weight I gained but I lost most of it after baby was born again. In the months following that however I have put on quite a bit of weight.
I am now 68kg and not loving it. I realise that I may not drop down to 55kg again and that's ok. My goal instead is to drop down to a size 10 from my current size 12. This may not sound like much but I am really struggling with it. I love food. I love flavours. I love carbs. I love sweet stuff. All of this combined with poor will power has held me back.
No longer though. I have made a commitment to myself to get back into shape by December. I'm cutting out carbs in the form of bread/rice/pasta and not eating any junk food while I'm at home. As a stay at home mum this is 90% of my life. I want to be a good role model for my girls. I want them to get used to physical activity and enjoy it from a young age. I'm in the process of a three month physical makeover to transform myself because I want to feel confident again. I don't hope for a thigh gap anymore. My focus has changed from wanting to be thin to wanting to be fit.
I am a real woman and this is my story.