I had a little win yesterday. A little win, that put a massive smile on my face.
Losing weight is hard. It can sometimes resemble trying to walk up Mount Everest in your flip flops. In one hand you have a full to the brim glass of wine that you're trying not to spill. In the other, you're holding the lead of a 6 month old beagle puppy who's just got the scent of a squirrel. Your phone is in your pocket, it starts to ring and you know you have to answer it because it's the call you've been waiting all day for.
What I'm saying is, it's not easy.
I know that some people will think, well it's your own fault you're fat and to me, they're the sort of people who tell depressed people to smile a bit more.
There are many reasons that people put on weight and contrary to popular belief, it's not necessarily down to the fact that you did indeed eat all the pies. I've always believed that losing weight starts with your head. It's about self-love and caring enough about yourself to want to do the best for yourself. Realising that you're good enough, that you deserve to live the life you want and that your health and happiness is of the upmost importance.
I know from personal experience, the times in my life I've put on huge amounts of weight have been the times I've been the most miserable. When I start to lose the weight, it's normally because I've started to feel better about myself and life in general.
(Touchwood) at the moment, I feel quite happy with my lot in life. I am grateful for what I have. I love my family, I have a lovely group of friends (thanks for all the lovely messages I received after last week's blog) a job I love, a motley crew of pets, who always make me smile and show me an abundance of love. I get to go on adventures and I try and stay away from unnecessary drama, unless it's a reality show where rich women shout at each other in glamourous locations, carrying a handbag that cost more than my first house and sipping tequilla for breakfast. That drama I like, because it's not mine and I love a series of "The Real Housewives".
Anyway, three weeks on from my holiday and the holiday weight I put on is gradually going, I'm walking every morning, doing classes at the gym and whilst there's been a glass (or two of wine) and a birthday Margarita on my sister Lucy's birthday, my food choices have been healthy and cooked from scratch. Say what you like about me, but I make a bloody good Slimming World prawn linguine.
For the last two years hanging in my wardrobe has been a dress that I bought for a client's wedding. It came, I tried it on and it was too tight, I was gutted. Vowing to slim into it, I hid it back in my wardrobe and forgot about it.
Last night, I went to see a couple who's wedding celebration I am officiating at in a couple of weeks and I started to think about what I was going to wear. As a wedding celebrant, I always want to look nice, but I never want to wear anything flashy, it is after all about the couple, I suddenly remembered my dress from two years ago. Would it fit? Could it fit? I've lost almost three stones since the last time I tried it on.
When I got home, I dug deep in my cupboard. I found it nestled so far at the back, that I could have sworn that maybe Mr Tumnus had borrowed it for his Christmas do. The tag was still attached. I've noticed I do that with clothes I'm annoyed with when they don't fit. It's like I think they don't deserve to have the tag removed, so they always feel like they don't belong to my wardrobe until they fit me.
Obviously it's the clothes fault and not mine.
Anyway, I found the dress and tried it on.
IT FIT!
Not only did it fit, but it was almost a little too big. It has a wrap top and as anyone blessed with big boobage will tell you. A wrap dress / top will always fit perfectly when you first put it on and by lunchtime you've started to look like you're wearing Borat's mankini.
A subtle vest top will solve the issue.
I pranced around in that dress like my fairy godmother had given me her best "bibbidi-bobbidi-boo and turned my jeans and t-shirt into a navy blue Next dress.
The tag has now been removed, the dress has not only been welcomed to the wardrobe officially. Not only that it is proudly on display, so that I can marvel at it and give myself a little pat on the back every time I walk by it.
It might only be a little win, but as my grandpa would say when Nottingham Forest had ground out a result, "a win is still a win".
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