I need to do that Gavin, have a good clear out. I’m keeping my ‘fat jeans’ which I can’t wear now, if I wanted to more than anything. I have another pair of jeans that I’m out of but I can still wear at a push (as I’m so low on clothes and don’t want to buy too many that I’ll be out of in no time). But I do have some trousers that are now huge on me. We don’t want the temptation there, do we? What we need is the waistband of our new sizes to become our gauges in time. I’m lucky with a lot of my tops, well, I say lucky, but because I’m very busty and always will be whatever size I am, my tops are ok for the time being, they just look better on me, and fit me less like a glove now.
Helloooo Janey! Glad you’re arrived safe in Devon. I have to say, the one sandwich I had didn’t make me feel rough. However the slice of cake was (again – think back to the cheesecake!) far, far, far too sweet. And it was a coffee cake too, which isn’t the sweetest cake you can get, is it? I enjoyed my coffee ice cream and to be honest, I probably wouldn’t have bothered about having it only that it was coffee and you hardly see it anywhere. My husband is like a kid with a new toy with my new shaped body and he loves feeling me at night (this is nowhere near as erotic as I’m probably making it sound) and telling me where my body is changing (I promise, not erotic…) and last night he said that I had thigh muscles! Still flab on top but he was right. Those hills I walked, my body feels like it’s been crushed. So yes, water retention, alcohol, lady pound(s) and muscle. No, haven’t done my measurements, think I will leave that now until next Saturday. Just in case I get any more crushing blows to my ego and I hit the pizza.
Doesn’t help that hubby put on… 0.1 kg. 0. Point. 1. Kg. The git. We ate similarly, he had one burger with a roll when I had mine on the plate. The only difference between our eating is that one bread roll and I drank three bottles of wine.
Thanks Yowzer, you’re right 🙂 I would have been shattered anyway arriving home, the manner I did didn’t help, worry about the car, and added to that a weight loss I wasn’t expecting. Two lots of washing to go, it’s not drying here either so the tumble is going like the clappers. I have a new resolve. And I am going to Waitrose to get food 🙂
Oh, I had a Cinderella moment too! Went in Edinburgh Woolen Mill and they had a lovely range of clothing there that was me to a tee. Bit out of my price bracket but anyway, I went and tried a size 20 button up blouse on. And it fit me. I’ll be keeping my eye out for their Winter Sale when it’s half price. They had a sale rail of Spring Summer stuff (I assume) and they had a jacket of the same range and hubby bought it for me. That was an XL. I am also in cast off trousers that my Mum gave me at the start of her diet a few months ago, size 18 – but they are elasticated waist. I won’t count it until it’s a solid size 18 waistband. But still! Progress! I can’t be far off. Better than the starting size 24 bottom anyway!