Before I get started, I have an apology to make.
Mum, I'm really, truly sorry. I swear. Alot... I thought you knew! Just try to block it out - speak to Kal's mum, she knows all about blocking out blog-swears ;)
So, basically, I used to be fat. Really quite fat. Look.
See? 14 stone, aged twenty, or thereabouts. As we know, I am now quite a bit less fat for a few reasons.
Firstly, I lost 2.5 stone with Slimming World (comes highly recommended if you like your food and you need a bit of support), and then I lost the last stone and a half or so with Muay Thai training and help from www.weighlossresources.co.uk (comes highly recommended if you want to feel like you are solely in control of your weightloss and calorie intake)
When I uploaded some before and after shots onto my profile at www.weightlossresources.co.uk it came to the attention of the owner of the site who asked if she could use me as a success story for the website. I said "Why, yes - absomalutely", and a few weeks later she emailled to say that she had passed my story on to the editor of Zest magazine who was interested in featuring me as well.
I tell you this because that's where I was yesterday: in London having a photo shoot for Zest. Rather funky, eh?
It was a pretty hectic day, preceded by a bit of fuckwittery on my account ("It's 23.30, I have to get up in 4 and a half hours, but I've left my passport at my flat and I'm staying with a friend. Shiiiiiiiiit...") and involved flying out to London at 06.30, flying back again at 14.05 and six tube rides inbetween. I arrived in North London at Veryposhhouse, on Richpeople Terrace in North London at about 09.45 and the people from the maazine were really welcoming, very friendly and professional, even though it did seem like most of their jobs consisted of having a lovely chat and a nice croissant (I'm sure there's much more to it than that, but I'm still strongly considering a move into the media industry).
The shoot itself took all of about five minutes - what really took the time was making me look like.... (prepare yourselves)... a GIRL!
Seriously, I was in makeup for about an hour and a half, and yes - I looked hot, but it really takes some of the joy out of it when you know that you *do* scrub up nice, but only with 90 solid minutes of professional help.
Once I looked female we went out into the garden for some lovely smiley shots of me in "leisure wear" (tracky B's and a nice vest top) and they took some pictures of me kicking as well, in which I pray I don't look too much of a gimp, otherwise I'll never live it down!
By 11.30 I was on my way with a bag containing a Pret a Manger sandwich and chocolate cake portion and by 16.00 I was back in sunny Edinburgh for a 2 hour stint of furniture-moving (we're having our floors sanded, hence the staying with a friend) and then off to training.
It was a busy day, but something thoroughly out of the ordinary for me. It's always nice to receive a compliment, and it makes a change to have people (from London, who work with proper girls) saying nice things about how you look, so I was feeling pretty good yesterday.
Muay Thai is great, and I'll never swap it for anything, but I find it plays havoc with my own sense of femininity. Girliness is generally *not* an advantage in contact sports, and spending most of your free time red-faced and slick with sweat is not going to make you look or feel attractive, so it was lovely to spend a morning reassuring myself that, with an effort, I can pass for pretty and it was a nice bit of recognition for the effort that's gone into losing this 4 stone.
The interview will be done over the phone apparently, and I'll mostly be mentioning Muay Thai, and the SMTC every second sentence to make sure I get some promotion of the sport in there, since god knows we need all the help we can get!
Anyway, my "Real Success" story will be in the April edition, I'm told, and I'll be sure to keep you updated with any news as it breaks (see, media-speak ;p)
In an aside, I'm deeply curious about who, if anyone, reads my blog - do me a favour and leave me a wee message so I know who's lurking there, and I will prepare myself to be extremely embarassed by the lack of responses....