Hey guys! So I've seen a few of you have wrote little blogposts about yourself so I thought I'd give it a try. 

My names Kayleigh, I'm nineteen, twenty November 8th and I live in the Uk. 

I want to lose the extra weight I've been carrying around because I want to be physically fit and healthy. My dream job (s) is to either be an army photographer, or a firefighter in the raf. And yes you guessed it, to be either of those I need to be physically fit and healthy.

I never classed myself as 'fat' because not only is it such a negative word, but I figured if I can run, play football, tennis and be a damn good swimmer, then how could I be fat. I'll tell you how, because I didn't pay attention to what I was feeding my body. Which was constant crap all the time. 

Burgers, chips, pizza, Chinese, chocolate, sweets, cake, fizzy drinks, crisps etc etc

sounds delicious doesn't it? NO it doesn't. It sounds like diabetes and heart diseases. 

I suppose I'm extremely lucky, because I don't have anything physically wrong with me. Like not even bad eye sight. My mums an incilin dependant diabetic and has poor eye sight. I'm at a high risk of getting diabetes, especially because my mums had it since she was three years old. 

During high school I didn't care about anything to be perfectly honest with you. My home life was shitty and going to school was a drag. I wish I could do it all again. And that is the least thing I was expecting to happen. But it's true, I would do everything right if I could go back again. But that's beside the point. My weight fluctuated all throughout high school, as soon as I started losing a bit, I'd put more on and blah blah. I was still pretty active though, I just never paid attention to what I was eating like I mentioned before. 

Anyway when I left high school and after prom is when I really started to pay attention and see that I was not at all healthy. I went to Australia for seven months and while there, I did lose weight. Because I ate better. I mean the bike rides and swimming with my younger cousin helped. But once I was home, the thing I brought back with me, was that I needed to be healthy. I figured out what job I really wanted, either army photographer or raf firefighter. So that September I joined an army preparation course at college. It was only three months long and I noticed straight away that I was losing weight. I hurt my ankle during that time, and other crappy things happened so I wasn't entirely committed to it, which sucks. I left just before the course ended and got a job. I still managed to get my certificate because I had completed the work, physical stuff mostly and then the course work was done quick as pie. 

If you're still reading this ha -hi this was supposed to be short oh well.

so yeah I got a job, as a baker (surrounded by pastry and donuts and cookies and soft warm bread all weekend) it didn't help me on the getting fit department. But yeah it's been a year since I started there and I've put on around 30lbs and that just ain't good. Ok that was also due to having a boyfriend that all we ate was take aways