A couple of weeks ago, I bought a new pair of black trousers in a UK size 18 (US size 16). This was my Christmas ambition: to get into a size 18.
Today I wore them to work.
Pause for wild applause.
It is stretching a point (and several seams, a waistband and the zip at the front) to say that they fit, but I have worn them all day, nothing has gone 'pop' and I have not had to take them off the minute I got home because they were causing me agony.
It's very noticeable that I have lost a lot of weight from my glutes (thank you, elliptical cross-trainer) and not much from my gut. Viewed sideway in my long mirror, I am an odd sort of multiple-bulge shape. If I jump up and down a bit it all looks like ferrets fighting in a rubber sack.
But anyway. I am wearing a size 18 in Marks and Spencer's trousers.
And now, as far as I am concerned, let the true battle commence. This is the end of the beginning, in Spark terms. We now move on to the middle phase, during which I have to lose about another 70 or 80 pounds. That's the job between now and Christmas 2013 when I want to be a UK size 14. After that, we get to the last 15 pounds or so, the hard-to-shift final countdown, which I expect to take all of six months. My deadline is 30 June 2014, two years after I joined SP. I'd like to be a size 10 by then. When I make it, I expect to be about 120 pounds. I'm not bothered so much about my final weight as my final size because it's easier for me to guess what size I should be than what weight I should be.
As a reward to myself, I went looking in M&S for snazzy real silk underwear, and found what you see below. I'd already eyed these up quite a few times but the clincher was today they'd been reduced in price by almost 40 per cent. There was a slight issue in that the biggest size was a UK 16, but then again . . . I grabbed.
I do not usually display my underwear on the internet but this is a special occasion.
I am enough of a realist not to buy the size 8, but only just. I can (with some difficulty) get the cami on. I need to lose 20 pounds or so to wear it comfortably. Once I'm small enough, I'll wear it incessantly and will probably go hiking in it.
I bought a sports bra too. This is not gorgeous or glamorous and although it zips up the front, putting it on is reminiscent of being swallowed by a boa constrictor. The zip has a little lapel under it, which I discovered (the hard way) needs to lie flat when you do the zip up as it is designed to stop you getting bits of your chest caught in the teeth of the zip. Ow.
This is probably all routine for the jocks and jockesses on here. For me, whole new vistas are opening up. It's like a journey of discovery and every day there's something new.
So what's next? I can't wait to find out!