Stressed: Becky Horton with baby Triston before her weight loss during pregnancy success stories. (Image: Daily Mirror)
Becky Horton looks like a healthy, confident mother of two, wears skin-tight Lycra and a glow after exercise.
Yet 5ft 7in Becky’s 15th 9 pounds, size 20 frames in tracksuits and hoodies was swamped just over a year ago. She’s been anxious and still too timid to talk on the call.
The change is all for a mini-trampoline. Becky, a 24-year-old, rebuffed a stunning five stone in just 11 months.
“Now not even people recognise me!” She says that. She says.
Cwmbran’s Becky, Gwent, still fought against her weight. “I used to be mocked at school in size 16,” she said. “I was like a man,” they said.
She was the one who confessed she was “an annoying teenager.” Just before turning 16, as snide remarks were too many, she was expelled from education.
“I should have skipped such petty little things,” she says. “However, I lost my patience and hurled a chair in the classroom.”
Then, in March 2007, just after her sixteenth birthday, Becky’s mother reflected on her weight in her midst.
“I was astonished when it was positive for a paternity test,” Becky says. “I hadn’t really been thinking about it, I must have broken up by then with my boyfriend, but that was totally blue.”
But there were further shocks. Becky was not just eight months pregnant, but tests showed that the infant had a severe heart disease called ventricular atresia, and has a sevenfold ventricular defect.
“Doctors told me one of the four valves of the heart – the pulmonary valve – has not developed well. She explains. And between the left and right ventricles there was also a vacuum (the two pumping chambers).
“I recall weeping hysterically as they said the baby would live just 50/50. In just a few hours, I would have gone from shock to enthusiasm. Yet I knew that I would love him no matter what as they referred to the kid as “him.”
In April 2007, Becky was induced to survive the next month, but her baby got upset during the workplace. He was 614 oz weight.
Becky says: “Before he was whisked away I catch a glimpse of this little purple grey boy. For another 48 hours, I didn’t see him. I melted when I hugged him, he was just too young, wanted to call Triston. I decided to call Triston.
“It fell to 40/60 the odds for him. Doctors said they could perform a ‘palliative’ operation, but they couldn’t fix it. Triston needed treatment around the clock – and an earlier heart transplant.”
Triston was just six days old and had an open-hearted operation. A tired Becky remained with him in the hospital for the next six weeks. “If I had starvation, I would have something from the seller – or I’d get a McDonald’s milkshaker and sandwich,” she said.
Fortunately, Triston reacted well and came home to the surgery. But Becky had to take everyday drugs to keep his circulation going – and take him back to hospital for routine inspections.
She acknowledges that her relatives, social workers and the disabilities team have been supporting her in certain occasions to cope.
“I’ve been focusing so much on Triston that I didn’t bother cooking,” she said. “If I get hungry I will take a crisp or a chocolate bar.”
At nine months old, when Triston had to undergo further operations at the age of four and a half, Becky was comfortable with coping with them.
“I became a full-time caregiver after the third operation – tracking him and organising blood testing at home. She says:” I was 18 and then 20 and I was so ashamed about my dimensions.”
His buggy helped her decline to the size 16 by pushing Triston back. Yet Becky learned that she expected it again three years ago – and Ella was conceived in November 2012.
Unfortunately, Becky’s father’s relationship did not survive. She acknowledges that weight is stacked as a single mother with a kid with special needs and a new newborn.
Becky was again at a height of 20 as Triston said last fall at school: “You’re fatter than all my teachers and other mums. Last autumn, Triston said! Why are you not getting fit?”
Becky says, “I always thought about his remark. It showed me what a poor example I set. Since Triston could not be as active as other kids, he too is likely to gain weight – and it is more difficult for him to lose it.”
In the night she saw a post for the new class, which she named Boogie Bounce with Angie, when Becky was on Facebook.
A nervous Becky appeared with Triston the next evening at the school hall.
“I’ve been one of the strongest, heading right to the back to keep us out of reach,” she says. “Ella remained with her father, but Triston must still be next to me in case he gets ill. Angie popped him alongside me and liked to bounce softly on his own the biggest trampolines in the world.
“When the class began, I fought.
“But Angie urged me to bounce softly until I was able to take a breath back and enter. And every minute Triston enjoyed it.”
A warm—up, aerobic routine, followed by a segment for toning and cooling of the legs, bugs and tums.
In ways she didn’t know she lived next morning, Becky tired. “When are we going to boogie bounce again, Mummy, so Triston kept wondering,’
They went to two and three classes a week every week for a month. “It became better when I was fitter,” Becky says.
She also rehabilitated her own dietary patterns – and those of her relatives. “If we were only to eat a pot noodle and give the children microwave and chicken nuggets there was no sense in working out.”
Next morning, Becky was exhausted, in ways she didn’t realise she existed. “When we go to boogie again, Mom, so Triston continued to wonder,’ ‘
Every week for a month they attended two to three lessons. “When I was fitter it got easier,” says Becky.
She also restored her own habits of food – and her relatives’ patterns. “There was no point going on if only we ate a pot noodle and gave the kids microwave and chicken nuggets.”
Becky’s now 10th 8lb sleek and 10/12 format. “It’s just a matter of keeping it now, that I’m down to my goal weight,” she said.
“Angie says that I am her pupil star, and even in her promotional video I appear.
“Where’s this boogie bounce, I have had so many messages from girls. May I be able to join up?’
“I am more secure than that. I just passed the exam and went out of shorts and little skirts from wearing slippery bottoms and baggy t-shirts.”
Becky also invested in a small trampoline in order for her to jump at home to her ears.
“Children love to play it during the day,” she says.
“Then in the evening, when I watch soaps I would bounce on it.
“Now I can handle myself like a chocolate bar, believing that I can just rebound from calories later!”
Secrets of Diet:
what Becky ate in advance: Nothing or a yoghurt or a cookie bar
Elevenses: Greggs sauce roll
Lunch: bar or nappy chocolate
Dinner: Pot Noodles, saucers and popcorn, chocolate bar. Dinner:
What she’s eating today
whole meal slice or milk weetabix. A banana
whole meal pasta or cheese sandwich
homemade pastry with sweet potatoes, fruit kebab or low-fat yoghurt and veg.
Tips for results for Becky
- Ask for easy, nutritious recettes from your mates.
- Don’t be scared of doing new stuff. Pizza bases are faster than you expect to produce and cheaper.
- Get the children to cook. If they have helped produce them, they are more likely to consume meals.
- Select other cooking methods. Try baking the oven instead of cooking the sausages.
- Sprinkle with olive oil and then select tasty chips from the oven into the sweet potato chunks.