Life in the Fat Lane Part 6
Up to Scotland to see Carl, Kaz and Lewis. (My Son, Daughter-in-law and grandson.) We will only be there for the weekend, but it’s nice to have some time off. Haven’t seen them since February, so it will be good to see if they notice that I’ve lost weight. Did I say already, ONE AND A HALF STONES!
Carl didn’t say a word, (typical man), Kaz noticed as soon as she saw me.
Scotland 2013, weight loss 1st 7lb
I always have my hair cut when I visit the kids in Scotland. Not because they have the only hairdresser that can cut my hair, it’s due to time. I never seem to have the time to visit the hairdresser at home. I go to the same lady and wondered if she would remember me and more to the point, would she notice that I’d lost weight. She did remember me, but sadly didn’t notice that I’d lost weight.
Just come back from a trip to the Doctors, second bout of cystitis in two months. I’m sure that it’s because our love life has picked up since I have started to lose weight. ‘Honeymoon cystitis’ at my age, FAB!
Christopher, who lives in Surrey, has just rung and informed us that he and Emma had become engaged. They will be visiting us at the weekend and he has encouraged his brother and sister to come too. This is so exciting; I haven’t seen Chris since our birthday party in February.
Total weight loss at this point; two and a half stones. Self confidence, sky high.
Chris and Emma noticed immediately my weight loss and were so pleased for me. I didn’t mention anything about not drinking alcohol, although we’ve bought plenty in for them.
We all went down to the beach and watch the children ride on the donkeys. Andy and I made an excuse about going back and getting the meal ready. We had bought all the things needed for a surprise engagement party. I had baked cakes the day before and hidden them away from prying eyes. All we had to do was get it all together, make the sandwiches and bake scones. I have to confess that I just couldn’t resist the freshly made date and walnut scones. I only had one, but I did load it with strawberry jam and clotted cream. Well it was a celebration, Plus no booze. Double well done me!
I have been encouraged all the way on my new lifestyle journey. I know that my family are behind me, but the thing that has really helped has been the kind words of others.
So, having said that, I have decided that whenever and wherever I can I’m going to give people compliments and encouraging words. It costs nothing to tell someone that they look nice, or to give a stranger a big smile. For me the compliments have been priceless, and I can’t say enough how grateful I am to everyone. A big thank you to all, from me xxx.
Sainsbury’s: bought workout pants, size 20. I’m sure that I could have got away with a size 18 but better to be on the safe side.
Walked up to the sports shop right at the very top of town. Red faced and panting by the time I got there. A very nice assistant came to my rescue. I ended up spending much more money than I intended on trainers because he said that they were ‘the best kind’ to buy. (Can’t help thinking that he would say that, as they were three times more than the ones I intended to purchase).Went home and put new trainers on, talked Andy into going for a walk on the beach. New trainers kill me; so will Andy if I tell him, I’ll have to break them in gently!
After work today I put on new workout pants, large T shirt, and trainers. Walked as fast as I could, without passing out. I overheard a man sat on a bench saying, “No, no, no, big girls shouldn’t dress like that!” I couldn’t have gone any redder, (I was already purple from the speed walking)and because he had made me feel so self conscious I started to focus on the feeling of my bottom jollupping about in my workout pants. Oh well, at least it took my mind off my hurting, blistered feet. (Rotten expensive trainers!)
At one time in the not so distant past, that comment would have knocked me for six, and I would have turned around and given in. Not now; it made me think, yes the man was right in one sense, I didn’t look good jiggelling away in tight licra, but I was doing something about it! I wasn’t going to let one snide comment stop me now. I remember thinking ‘I’ll just wear a longer T shirt to cover my bum, until the time comes when it’s not needed.’
THREE AND HALF STONES! Now people are starting to notice that it’s weight loss that is different about me.
Tip of the Week: Compliment yourself and others whenever you can. Never let anyone’s mean words throw you off your goal, keep going no matter what.