Losing It With LottiePod

Three years.
15st (210lb) gone!

The photo on the left is me at 24st 6lb.

The photo on the right is me today at 9st 5lb.

It’s been a while since I shared anything on here.

Life has been a bit mad recently. I’ve been pouring everything into helping a small family-run restaurant with their marketing, and somewhere along the way I forgot to share my own journey.

So here’s a reminder.

This didn’t happen overnight.

It took over three years.
A gastric sleeve.
A tummy tuck.
Hundreds of good choices.
Plenty of bad days.
Plateaus.
Self-doubt.
And a lot of determination.

If you’re at the beginning of your own journey, don’t compare yourself to someone who’s been doing this for years.

Just keep going.

One day you’ll look back at a photo you hated and realise it was the start of something incredible.

💛 If you’ve found this because you’re on your own weight loss journey, come and say hello in the comments. I’d love to know where you’re at, whether you’ve lost 5lb or 15 stone.

14 stone 6lb down.
Several litres of swelling still freeloading.

Caught in a Primark changing room at 34 degrees, still swollen from my tummy tuck, arm lift and lipo, fighting shapewear like it had a personal vendetta.

Still healing.
Still rebuilding.
Still not done.

Back, b***s and thighs are booked for December.
She’s not finished yet.

Proof that progress doesn’t have to look perfect to be powerful.

The photo on the right? Still swollen. Still healing. Still deep in swell hell after surgery.

But if there’s one thing this journey has taught me, it’s that you do not have to wait until everything feels finished to be proud of how far you’ve come.

14 stone down.
A whole life changed.
And I’m still becoming.

If you’re in the messy middle right now, keep going.
Your before is not your forever. ✨

Post op update… and wow, what a week 🤍

I arrived in Antalya late Monday night and was taken straight to the hospital for tests. No easing in… straight into it 😅
After a night at the hotel, my surgeon came to see me Tuesday morning and we made a last minute change to the plan.

Originally I was having FDL, tummy tuck, muscle repair, mons lift and breast augmentation… but we switched things up and went for an arm lift this time instead.
I’ll be back later this year for thighs, back and b***s 💅

And honestly… I’m so glad we did. My arms were one of my biggest insecurities after losing 14 stone and I already know this was the right call.

Everything moved FAST after that. One minute I’m being drawn on like a human sketchpad… next minute I’m being wheeled into theatre… then boom… I wake up back in my room like “well that escalated quickly” 😅

I’m not going to sugarcoat it…
This surgery is NOT for the faint hearted.

I woke up with 7 drains and felt like I’d gone 12 rounds in a boxing ring and lost every single one 🥴
But 4 hours later… they had me up and walking. No excuses, no babying… just “up you get” 😂

Wednesday was more of the same… pain, sleep, short walks.
Thursday I was discharged and honestly felt like I turned a corner. Even managed a 20 minute walk for food which felt like climbing Everest at the time 🏔️

Today is Friday… I’ve still got 2 drains in (my glamorous Roy Cropper bag era 👜) but I’m up, moving and feeling better every single day.

Still swollen… especially my thighs and legs… but THIS is me this morning…
in shorts that are now WAY TOO BIG for me 🤯

Mad what the body can do.

Slowly but surely… we rebuild 💪✨

Big moment energy loading… 💫✈️

After losing 14 stone (196lbs), I’m finally heading to Antalya on Monday for the next chapter. This body has carried me through everything… now it’s time to give it a little upgrade.

I’ll be having an FDL, muscle repair, 360 lipo, mons lift and breast augmentation with at

Excited. Terrified. Proud. Grateful. All at once.

This isn’t about becoming someone new… it’s about feeling at home in the body I fought so hard for.

See you on the other side 💖

Tonight I’m at the boxing watching Fury vs Makhmudov… and tell me why getting dressed for this stressed me out more than anything else this week 😅

Cold stadium ✔️
Smart casual ✔️
No idea what people actually wear ✔️✔️✔️

I was stood there like… do I go coat? heels? trainers? am I about to look like I’ve come to a business meeting or a camping trip??

Anyway… this is what I landed on in the end and I’m calling it “prepared but still slightly confused” chic 😂

First ever boxing night so if I look like I’m overthinking it… it’s because I absolutely am.

If you see me later aggressively clapping like I understand what’s going on… no you didn’t 🥊💀

Everyone loves a “before & after”…

But the real glow-up?
Calling yourself out on your own bu****it.

No one tells you that part.

The habits.
The excuses.
The “I’ll start Monday” lies you tell yourself on repeat.

Yes, I had help.
A gastric sleeve. Mounjaro.

But that didn’t fix my habits.
It didn’t change my mindset.
It didn’t stop me getting in my own way.

Turns out… I was the reason nothing changed.