I’m In My 20s, Put on Weight, and I’m OK About It

I’m going to keep this post short and sweet, well I will try anyway. I just want to share my newfound outlook on weight gain in your early/mid 20s, because it’s actually quite common.

This last year has been hard for everyone in some way shape or form, and every struggle, no matter how small, is valid.

My ‘panoramic’ experience has been filled with ups and downs, of which we don’t need to get into, but a byproduct of all the happenings of the last year and a bit has been weight gain.

Now, as well as broadening my waist size, I have broadened my mindset. And when it comes to weight gain at this age, the one thing that has helped me hold my head high is the following:

I’ve simply grown into my woman’s body.

I would/have found myself constantly looking at pictures from my first years at university, wishing I still looked like I did back then. What I failed to remember however, is that at those points in time i was still ONLY 18. When you finally turn 18 you think yes, this is it, i’m officially an adult. But in reality you can do all of the things adults do but are you really an adult? No not really, especially in terms of body development and especially as a female.

In your 20s more often than not you’ll go through a ‘Second Puberty’ and its TOTALLY NORMAL!! I honestly didn’t know this, but it makes a whole lot of sense. A lot of women begin to really grow into their curves, your metabolism can slow down a little, life changes and your responsibilities increase. You’re not the 18 year old with very few responsibilities anymore and it’s just a part of life, but it’s so easy to forget that life was so different back when you were 18 and the only constant in these different lives that you see, is yourself. Which makes it so easy to focus on how you looked back then compared to now.

Looking at my life and bringing myself back to the fact that i’m growing up, i’ve become a woman and i’m not a girl anymore brings me comfort, confidence and happiness. And as long as i’m comfortable in my own body, happy in the life i’m living and confident in the choices I make, I don’t see ANY issue whatsoever about putting on a little weight.

What The F Happened

I’m not even sure where to start with this one. I obviously can’t get into what my life has been since my last post (a whole 7 months ago, whoops) without referencing the small matter of the global pandemic going on, but I’m not going to get into that too much. I don’t know about you but every other article I see is in reference to the pandemic in one way or another and I am feeling so done with it.

Now, where do I even start… My solo trip around Europe got cut short. When I came home in March I really, truly thought that by August I would be living it up in Greece, but here we are, I haven’t left the UK since I returned. I think since I realised travel just wasn’t on the cards for me this year it’s been hard to face the thought of talking about one of the best things I’ve ever done with my life and the fact I’m not still doing it.

I think i’ll save my trip as a whole for another post, but to summarise – travelling alone: 10/10 will be doing it again.

As for what’s going on now, life has been pretty wild and not in the fun and exciting way you’d want wild to be referring to. However, no dark cloud lingers forever and no matter how dark they all have a silver lining. Although this year has not at all gone how I planned, there have been SO many positives.

I’ve made new friends, learned new skills, changed my travel plans, updated my life goals and worked on my mental health. I can honestly say that if this year had gone how I thought it was going to go, I don’t at all think I’d be in a place as mentally strong as I am today.

The pandemic has been seriously hard on a lot of people, but I think at a time like this it’s crucial to take note of the bad and process it, but focus on the good no matter how small.

This is it.

So I’m currently at the airport, checked in, bag dropped and ready to embark on my first (hopefully of many) solo trip. In complete honesty, I’m freaking out a little. I feel so ready to cry but I don’t think it’s with sadness or being scared, I think it’s the excitement just not sure how to get out. 

I’ve sat myself in a corner, wiped down all the surfaces around me (no corona virus here thanks) and the following is an insight into the whole mix of emotions that are currently running through my head:

  • I need to stop the tears, I’m not sad, I’m excited!
  • That bacon sandwich was rubbish;
  • Why doesn’t this airport have a Spoons!? 
  • I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, I’m so proud of myself.
  • I really hope that baby I can hear screaming isn’t on my flight.
  • This is going to be an adventure of a lifetime, what the hell, I’m so excited.
  • Oop gate information is up! 
  • Is it too soon to start eating the sweets I have for the plane ( I’m going with no).
  • How much is too much hand sanitiser??
  • Oh God, more crying babies.
  • I hope I’m sat next to someone nice on the plane, actually who am I kidding, I’ll be asleep before we take off, it doesn’t matter! 

Ahh, that’s it, I’m boarding… Wish me luck!! 

‘You’re So Brave Travelling Alone’

So 7 times out of 10 (i’d say 9 is a little too high and even more cliché) i’ve told someone i’m going travelling it’s gone a little something like this:

(Them): Aw wow you’re going travelling, that’s so exciting! Are you going with your boyfriend?

(Me): Nope.

(Them): Friends??

(Me): Nope, I’m going on my own.

(Them): Oh wow you’re so brave, I could never do that!

And, every. Single. Time. It feels like someones let a wild pack of dogs loose in my head. The thoughts start to bounce around, the doubt, the worry and everything else. Why are they concerned, should I be concerned? Am I really doing the right thing? Am I brave enough to do this?

To be honest with you, I’m not the bravest person and honestly, never in my 22 years of living would I have thought i’d be doing this, going travelling on my own. But I think the main thing that is keeping me going is the benefits i’ll get from doing this on my own.

I could go travelling with a friend and that would be great, but I feel like I need a push in my life – the push to experience the unknown, stepping outside of my comfort zone, forcing myself into situations i’ve never had to be in before.

I’d say my life has been pretty comfortable, i’ve never put myself out there and done something on my own. I mean even going to University I went with people I knew and had two friends from college living in the block next door. I didn’t go there just because they were but, that’s the way it happened.

Obviously i’m SO excited for the experiences, seeing the sights, meeting new people, trying new foods. Yet I think i’m most excited about how this is going to change me – change the way I handle situations when I get back to my ‘normal’ life at the end of the year. I’m excited to make mistakes and learn from them, learn how to be myself, by myself, take every little thing that I do in my stride and just learn how to live in the moment.

So no, I wouldn’t say i’m being brave, brave insinuates that i’m scared to start off with. I’m not scared or worried. I’m positive. I’m excited. I’m AMBITIOUS. It’s not bravery, it’s ambition.