This morning I woke up in one of those moods, where my ‘to do’ list was dancing in front of my eyes before I’d even opened them – normally I’d groan and disappear under the duvet with more than a few choice words muttered under my breath at the thought of my Sunday being hijacked by chores. But today I’m cool because for some reason I’m full of energy. I feel great.
It’s ten thirty in the morning as I’m writing this, and you know that wardrobe clear out I’ve been meaning to get around to for the last few weeks..? I’ve done it 🙂 Oh My GOD you wouldn’t believe how many things I’ve tried on…I’ve got a pile for the charity shop, and a huge pile to go on eBay, lots of the stuff with labels still attached.
It’s a mixture of stuff which is now just too big, and stuff that I’ve bought in a size or two smaller ‘because I’m on a diet and it’ll fit me soon’. Sometimes holding something up in front of you shows you whether the colour works for your hair, or whether it draws out the colour of your eyes…what it doesn’t do is clarify whether or not you’re going to look like a lumpy sack of spanners when you put it on.
More than a few of those things looked hideous, so they have to go. I’ve even discovered a few old friends which used to fit me and now fit me again. They survived the cycle! I haven’t been the size I am now for at least four years.
I remember when I bought a couple of the things I’ve unearthed from the bowels of my wardrobe, I was devastated that I’d gone up from a size 20 to a 22, and swore that was it, I was going to get skinny again. To be fair, I wasn’t wrong exactly, I just had the timing a little off. I didn’t realise that I was going to go up to a 28 before I wrestled my head into the right place and got cracking. But I’m here now, and that’s all that matters.
In terms of progress, I’m four pounds lighter than I was the last time I updated you two weeks ago, and if I’m measuring in stones, I’ve sashayed across the line to where my weight now starts with an 18…I realise most skinny string beans would choke on their morning coffee and have to go have a lie down at the unthinkable horror of that, but for me it’s a milestone moment and I’m proud of it.
My goal weight is 147lbs, and I have 118lbs to go. I’m more than 50lbs down already, so after almost six months I’m somewhere around a third of the way there. God knows it’s taken a lot of determination to get this far, but it’s totally worth it now I’m starting to feel like Kate Moss 🙂
I know that one or two of you are struggling at the moment, and I wish I could help. I’ve been in that exact same spot you’re in a hundred times or more, so I get it. I know that this blog has evolved to become more about all of our journeys, but I can only really write about mine…I’m sorry if you want to kick my head in for banging on about how well it’s all going. If it’s any consolation, I probably would too.
Writing down my thoughts as I go through this journey has been a turning point for me. I’ve been thinking for a while that it might be nice to have a ‘guest spot’, and I’ve created a brand shiny new page for that very purpose. What do you think..?
If you’re on this journey with the rest of the posse, or you’ve already crossed the county line and earned your string bean stripes. you’re more than welcome to share what’s on your mind and add to the chatter, or simply tell your story. I’d love that! It’s the biggest buzz in the world to know that people read and respond to your words.
I won’t publish anyone who’s trying to sell either products or a food plan, but if you’re on the journey to Skinny Town with the rest of us, you’re more than welcome to send in your thoughts via the ‘contact me’ page. You might all hate the idea and the page might stay all shiny and new. But the stage is yours if you want it, and if it helps you to unpick the chatter in your head, I can personally vouch for the fact that it makes a difference 🙂
