Have I really been weighing myself incorrectly all these years? Or is the obvious just staring me in the face and I need to diet?
Back in October last year, the reality of shopping for a nice new top to go out in, and finding something that flattered my curvy figure, was not only difficult but made me look and feel 7 months pregnant. The experience of shopping was upsetting and I found I needed therapy for my retail therapy.. Erm, I choose pizza! Not a good idea, but it tasted great, and in those moments, that’s all that matters.
So, I decided to give myself a ‘Physical Review’. Standing ‘au naturelle’ in front of the mirror, I wasn’t impressed! So, once the tears had stopped flowing and I looked a little less like your reflection in those funny mirrors at the Fun Fair, I could see what needed to be done. The ‘slimmer me’ was just screaming to get out, and although I’d usually just shut her up with chocolate and pizza, sometimes doughnuts too, I knew this had to stop… Enough was enough.
Size wise I wasn’t ‘big’ by any means, but I felt big for ‘me’ and was therefore unhappy with the image staring back at me. So, arming myself with the good old tried and successfully tested Weightwatchers diet and determination (although, I can hear many of you screaming ‘it can’t have been that bloody successful, can it?!’ What can I say?.. I like chocolate, and possibly pizza too!), I kick-started myself on to the path of re-awakening the ‘smaller me’.
A very good friend of mine had been banging the ‘Pilates’ drum for years, she loved it.. Still does. Plus, she looks fantastic from it too! So, with that in mind and given the fact that Arthritis has put a stop to me doing anything remotely aerobic, (although, I seemed to manage perfectly well when it came to running to open the front door to the pizza delivery man..), Pilates had my name written all over it.. Cassey Ho and YouTube were my new friends.
Maybe this is just me, but I always struggle to stick to a diet for the first week. Now, I know that the first flushes of a diet should be full of drive and excitement at the prospect of changes to come… I know, I hear you! But with me, I can’t seem to stick to it until I see my first ‘loss’, which is a massive hurdle, and as you can imagine, usually results in several false starts and trips… Surprise! Surprise! (Tripping over an empty pizza box to be more precise. I think I’m beginning to spot a theme here, whoopsie! Have you spotted it too?). This time was different though, don’t ask me why, I don’t know. It just was. Maybe I was just sick of my boobs entering a room several seconds before I did…
So, roughly 4 months later (I gave myself a month off for doing well) I’m now only 3lbs away from a loss of 2 stone. That turns out to be 2 dress sizes for me. I feel great being an 8!! The ‘slimmer me’ is here and she’s not bothered about chocolate anymore, and I never thought I’d hear myself say that. .. Ever! I would, however, still happily murder someone for a pizza. Well, you can’t cut out all of your happy foods, can you?!