10 Apr 2017 by Hazel
I am, by my very nature, tenacious. It’s a byproduct of being goal driven. Once I have that bit between my teeth I rarely let go. What this means is that, on the whole, what I set out to achieve I usually succeed at. That does not mean I don’t have my little challenges and hiccups along the way. I do, I guess as part of my learning I’ve figured out how to deal with them and get back on track.
Three years ago it all started with me deciding to quit sugar. Not long after that I got an emotional shock that gave my diet a boost and my whole being a wake up call. It was then I started to devise my rule set, at this point it was all about my relationship with food. A few months in at a point when my weight had plateaued I introduced exercise. Gentle exercise. Walking and cycling primarily, soon followed by swimming.
It must have been about 18 months into my journey and as a result of my brief encounter with Clive, that I embarked on my emotional recovery. Still to this day this encounter is making me realise just how precious independence is and how much I thrive when I am in control. That combined with the teachings from Jules and the loss of my gorgeous Diana.
My tenancity to succeed has seen me through all this and will undoubtedly see me through a lot more as I continue on this journey. One that had resulted in the loss of 36 kilograms of weight, or 5.5 stone to those readers in the UK 😃, where I used to wear size 20/22 I now wear a size 10/12 (sometimes 14), I am consistently a medium unless I’m in the US and then I’m a small. I’ve changed my whole lifestyle and today I exercise daily even if it is only a brisk walk between offices. Today I’m happy living my life independently and have no desire for a romantic relationship. This is what being tenacious has rewarded me with.