The highs and lows of my weight loss journey It’s my second day of rotting at home after being bogged down with a horrible illness which has meant I’ve missed the gym and have been awfully inactive – I think I’ve done about 1000 steps in 48 hours… awful, I know. It’s funny because there used to be a time where I would just lie in my bed for days and not move unless it was to get some food. Now I’m being forced to do just that ( literally forced : my Mum banned me from leaving the house), it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that I used to enjoy it. It makes me feel grim. However, I am ill . And I’ve had to keep reminding myself that it’s okay to miss the gym for that reason. It’s extremely difficult to not feel guilty, to feel as if I’m being lazy. But my body is not strong enough to do anything strenuous, and if I do, I’ll make myself feel worse, and then I’ll miss more sessions. I’ve also had to remind myself that my nutrition wi...
So, whilst I’m journaling, I thought, hey?? Why not start a blog about post uni-life/early 20s in general because what the actual fuck ? It might be the most confusing era of my entire life. If you’re a close friend then you’ll already be on my private story on snapchat, which is where ‘sheba’s rants’ stems from: I like to yap a lot and overshare. And whilst vlogging it to my friends is fun, having a blog where I can also type out what I’m feeling and share it with whoever wants to read, also seems appropriate. Daunting, but appropriate. So, my family keep telling me I need to be more productive, that I need to keep pushing and applying for jobs, that gym can’t be the only thing I’m passionate about. And whilst they’re correct (hence me starting a damn blog), I’ve been finding it hard to navigate my life right now. I want to travel and be on holiday, I want to buy myself cute matching gym sets, go out to coffee with my friends (or on my own), go ou...