Monday, March 11, 2013
For at least 5 years I've only worn one style of jeans, in one colour, from one shop. What can I say, I don't like change.
For most of those 5 years I was a size 14...just. The first week after buying them I could only wear them round the house until they stretched enough to be fit for appearance in public.
Fast forward to this morning: My size 12's are hanging on the drying rack and my size 14s are starting to look like clown trousers. So I grabbed my brand new size 12 jeans (that I bought without trying on because they're always the same), pulled them up, buttoned them and got on with getting ready.
I was halfway to work before I realised what that actually meant. Since May last year I've gone from a probably-actually-size-16-but-
wearing-a-14 to a size 12 that slides on like silk. I'm really, actually, for reals getting there!
This realisation couldn't have come at a better time, as I was feeling like a 500 lb junk-munching machine.
My calorie range has increased recently thanks to Fitbit so I was actually only over on Saturday, and just at the top of my range yesterday. But I know that in those calories there was chocolate instead of fruit, cookies instead of veg, burger instead of cajun chicken, chai latte instead of water, and a huge (but absolutely exquisite) Thai curry.
Of course we know that all those things on their own won't suddenly make me gain my weight back again. Which is exactly how I justified it all to myself.
Well it's just one latte
It's just one burger, when's the last time I had a burger??
It's just one day
It's just one square of chocolate
It's just one cookie. And another. And another and another and another.
Maybe some people have enough self-control to make this moderation thing work, but I am clearly not one of them. I really must work on that.