🎉 One Year On. One Step at a Time. 🎉
Drum roll please… 🥁🥁🥁
BMI: 26.9
I. AM. NO. LONGER. OBESE.😱💃🏽🙌✨
(Just had to put that at the top because…WHAT A MOMENT!)
This time last year, my BMI was 45.1.
Forty-five point one.
And I was exhausted. Sore. Low on energy. High on crisps. Emotionally running on fumes. I was doing what a lot of us do — coping, surviving, pushing through.
Today? I’m 6 stone 12.2lbs lighter— that’s 43.7kg gone.
But more importantly? I’m lighter in my head and heart, too.
👓 New Glasses, New Vision (Literally)
Let’s start with the new specs.
I picked up my new glasses and honestly… it’s like I’ve been living in soft focus for the last year.
I can see individual leaves. My spreadsheets are crisper. The husband’s wrinkles are more defined (😅 whoops). It’s glorious.
Highly recommend upgrading your vision once in a while — physically and metaphorically.
🧊 The Return to the Office: 0/10, Do Not Recommend
I ventured into London this week… and what fresh hell is this?
🚆 Two trains cancelled.
🥶 No staff to open the waiting room.
🕰️ FOUR AND A HALF HOURS of functioning like a civilised adult before coffee.
Truly, where is the union for this sort of injustice?
I stood on the platform like a shivering Victorian orphan, dreaming of Starbucks and warm banana bread that would never come.
Reader, I survived. But barely.
🏠 Home Chaos Update: Conserva-dustpocalypse
In other chaos news…
We’ve decided to replace our glass conservatory roof with a tiled one. Because we are now middle-aged people who care about insulation and solar glare and “making it more usable all year round.” (Who even are we?)
The result?
🧹 Plaster dust in places I didn’t know existed.
📦 Furniture in strange places.
🛋️ The sofa has been shoved so far into the corner it now identifies as introverted.
👷♂️ The husband is in stress mode and honestly, I’m just hiding with my new audiobook pretending it’s all fine. (Spoiler: it's not fine.)
🧘♀️ Slow and Steady Wins the Race
Let’s be real for a moment.
This week has been chaos. The house is upside down, the trains are sabotaging my sanity, and the only spa I’ve seen is the dust-smeared lid of a plaster bucket. 😩
BUT.
Despite the madness, I still showed up for myself. I ate well. I moved my body. I stayed on plan.
💪 And the scales moved:3.6lbs down this week!
📉All the holiday weight is gone — and then some!
🧠 Mindset Shift of the Week
It’s this:
You can keep going, even when things are messy.
Your life doesn’t have to be calm and perfect to make progress.
Change isn’t about a dramatic sprint.
It’s about quiet consistency, strong boundaries, and showing up when you least feel like it.
✍️ Journaling Prompts This Week:
What does "progress" look like when life is chaotic?
Where am I still underestimating myself?
What small thing did I do this week that the old me might have skipped?
This time last year, I thought I was starting a weight loss plan.
But what I actually built was a new way of being.
More grounded. More present. More me.
So here’s to Week 52.
One whole year.
A little less me on the scales — but a lot more of me in every other way.
✨Slow and steady progress. One step at a time.
With love (and slightly dusty yoga leggings),
Helen💕
