So in October last year, I gave myself a good talking to. Standing in front of the mirror in just my underwear, I looked at my body. My tummy hung over my knickers and my thighs rubbed together.
‘Are you happy with yourself?’ I asked aloud. ‘No you’re not.’ ‘Can you lose weight?’ I asked my flabby reflection.
‘Of course you can.’
This time I was determined and hired a personal trainer. Working out three times a week, I felt amazing. So good in fact, that on New Year’s Eve, I sent my trainer a text. How do you feel about a session at 6am tomorrow?
The next day, while most people were nursing hangovers, I was doing pull-ups and shuttle runs in the park. ‘This is brilliant!’ I gushed as my pulse raced and my muscles burned.
Afterwards, I had breakfast, then headed to the car wash. There, I caught sight of my face in the mirror and laughed. I was still bright red! I have to get a selfie of this, I thought. It was so hilarious, I decided to post it on Instagram. I started writing a caption about how good I felt after my work-out.
Then I had an idea.
I could document my journey with scarlet selfies every day for the entire year!
Before I could change my mind, I posted the pic. #threehundredandsixtyfivered faces #dayone, I wrote under it (below).
From then on, I’d post a photo after every work-out, no matter how unflattering. That way, there was no way I could back out. Some days pictures showed me dripping in sweat. Other times I pulled funny faces.
A few weeks in, a friend reminded me 2016 is a leap year so there’s actually 366 days. ‘Looks like I’ll have to work extra hard,’ I laughed.
On day 70 I went out with a friend and forgot my work-out. ‘I’ll have to do it here,’ I giggled outside the pub at midnight. So I did some star jumps and squats until my face flushed before snapping a pic.
On day 104 I posted a red-faced snap next to an old photo of me on a hammock looking huge. Can you believe this was me? I wrote. Now I’m more confident and at a healthy 67 kilos, I can wear size-10 clothes.
I don’t care what I look like in the pics – the sweatier the better! Best of all, my photo diary has inspired others to get red faced too. One lady from Estonia even posted a pic! It’s hard to believe I was once terrified of cameras.
Now I’m proudly putting myself out for the world to see. This is an experience I’m glad I’m capturing forever.