A weightloss appreciation thread because I feel like I’ve been so against my body the last few weeks.

Photo 1 is me the month before I started uni - July 2014. I was a size 14-16 and was told by family I was fat and needed to lose weight

By the end of first year uni, I had gained weight. Only problem was, I couldn’t see it. I didn’t see it. So I let it continue. Below photos are June 2015

By December 2015, I had gained even more weight. I still thought I was fine. I didn’t see or notice the damage I was doing to myself.

In May 2016 we took a trip to DLP - my first time ever. And I was huge.

Side note - I wore that exact same top yesterday and it now hangs on me

By March 2017, I was unrecognisable when comparing to that first photo from July 2014

That summer, I joined WW, or weight watchers as it was then. By the time this photo was taken by @ofaglasgowgirl in September 2017, I had lost 5 stone from that photo in March of the same year!

Fast forward to July 2018, and I felt good about myself for the first time in years!

September of 2018, Rachel and I were in London to see Michael Bublé in concert - AND I WORE A BELLY TOP! Never in all my years had I thought that would happen

Almost a year ago now, I was in Cyprus and wore my first bikini in god knows how many years. Yes the belly was (and is) still there, but I was 1 stone away from my goal weight - I just needed to tone up to show it!

And here we are today. I don’t have a photo for today, but I can tell you. I reached my goal weight last summer. I still didn’t exercise.

This lockdown has made me start. I’ve lost more weight, and am beginning to notice changes.

Proud doesn’t begin to describe how I feel