
Weight :14st 12lbs
Change : nada
Loss : 4lbs
Had a funny kind of week. I have neither been 'good' nor particularly 'bad'. I haven't really thought about my health that much, I've just lived my life, doing what I do (not much one should add). Other things have been my priority. Which is obvious in my none existent weight loss.
I was clothes shopping at the weekend. A task that I abhor I might add (looking at your reflection in a huge mirror, getting stuck in clothes that are too small - trying not to rip them as you drag them off, and (the most distressing) size 18 clothes that don't make you look like a size 12! Why is that?? Why do I still look fat?!). I was in a very smart (aka expensive) ladies fashion store, when the manager got hold of my arm. I thought I was getting thrown out for a) being too fat - size 18 is the max that they sell (and in this particular store don't stock anything above size 16) and b) I suddenly realised that I looked like a total clampit! Anyway it was OK, said manager was my daughter and she wanted to introduce me to a colleague. And I was so embarrassed for her! I just looked a state. I think if it was the other way round I would have denied the relationship and just escorted me out of the store 'Pretty Woman' style.
Then it dawned on me that I'd looked like a hill-billy all week (I hope my boss isn't reading this). And that is not good. My hair had an inch of grey roots (not a good look). My clothes were eh? bad. Just grabbed the first thing out my wardrobe (when I say wardrobe I mean the pile of clothes on the floor - my actual wardrobe is full to burst of clothes that are too small - so my 'current' clothes just get rotated from washing/wearing/washing and never have time to be hung - I need a good 24 hours and a person so hardcore to pull my old clothes out of my hands with me screaming 'But it's made of silk and it will fit me one day!') Anyway the first step to weight loss is feeling good about yourself! So I dyed my hair (and I even blow dried it! Whoop) put on my best jeans and a swipe of lipstick. A mild improvement...now I just need to get into those size 12s.
The difference between who you are and who you want to be is what you do.
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