Over the hump
Although I knew I needed to get in shape, I was desperate to start planning our big day, too. So John and I booked it for April 2019 – two years away.
That gave me plenty of time to hit my goal, and it was just the push I needed.
For the first time in 18 months, I rejoined the gym.
After three years of pregnancies and yo-yo dieting, I was determined to look like a princess on my wedding day.
After a month of healthy eating and working out, a friend at the gym invited me to see her compete in a bodybuilding show.
I watched in awe as she stood on the stage, flexing her impressive muscles.
She looks amazing! I thought, admiring her taut tummy and strong thighs.
But, looking down at my own flabby body, I knew I’d never look as good as that.
‘Why don’t you train with me?’ she offered, after.
So I started spending as many nights as I could at the gym, while John stayed home, watching the kids.
I lifted heavier weights, ate plenty of fish and veg.
And 10 months on, I’d got down to size 12, and 11st. I felt fit and had bags of energy.
Trouble was, my clothes weren’t the only thing that was hanging off me.
Losing and gaining all that weight several times, plus two pregnancies, had taken its toll.
Saggy skin hung down from my tummy, while my boobs also drooped.
Underneath all the loose skin, I was strong, could feel my toned muscles.
‘I just wish I could show them off,’ I told John.
So I decided to celebrate my weight loss and splash out on a boob job and tummy tuck.
The two ops cost me £6,500 from my savings, and in February 2018 I went under the knife at a clinic in Poland.
The surgery was painful and took months to heal, but looking at the results after, my confidence soared.
By the time our wedding came around this April, all that hard work had paid off. I’d lost a staggering 9st. Wearing a figure-hugging size-8 strapless gown, I glided down the aisle feeling every inch the princess.
‘You look beautiful,’ John whispered.
It was everything I’d ever dreamt of.
Then, this July, I entered the Body Transformation category in a bikini, fitness and muscle model competition.
With all my family cheering me on,
I’d never felt prouder.
Abs rippling, biceps bulging...
And fist pumping the air when the judges announced me as the winner!
When I think back to that camel ride in Tunisia, I feel sorry for that embarrassed woman. The old me.
It’s been a bumpy ride, but I’m finally the person I always wanted to be.
With all my family cheering, I’d never felt prouder
Size 8 and marrying John I worked hard to get here What a transformation!