The whole bath scenario made me realise that I need to spend time on me! After work I washed my hair and applied a very generous amount of conditioner. I then wrapped my hair in a warm towel and let the conditioner do its magic.
Whilst my bubble bath was running (this time with a more conservative amount of bubbles), I decided to wax my eyebrows. This is a first for me and so I had no idea what to expect. I followed the instructions and removed the strip with one fast clean pull. After the initial shock, (which sent Andy running up the stairs to find out what all the screaming was about), and then hearing my explanation, he walked away muttering, ‘why would anyone other than a mad person do that to themselves?’ I found myself thinking that this could be quite addictive. I wondered how long it would take for the hair to grow back, so that I could do it again. The other eyebrow wasn’t quite as shocking now that I knew what to expect. Waxing finished, I then shaved my legs and armpits. These parts are off of the radar, as far as waxing is concerned. I sank into a wonderful bubble bath and listened to ‘Woman’s Hour.’ This is the most time that I‘ve spent on myself in years and it feels fantastic! To exit the bath, I carefully, and gently rolled over onto my tummy and got onto my knees, from this position I could heave myself up. I still had vast amounts of water to mop up off the floor. By the time I’d finished cleaning the bathroom, I had to jump in the shower to cool down and wash away the sweat. But I still considerd it worth while.
Spending time pampering myself has been invaluable, it has not only helped me to stay focused but it has done wonders for my self esteem. My hair and skin have never looked so good and the years seem to be peeling away. People at this point may not have recognised that I had lost weight, but everyone I met said how well I was looking. I picked up a couple of new tops for work and my tummy is shrinking by the day. I felt fabulous! (Looking back I might not have looked as good as I felt, I was still carrying a lot of weight, but I hadn’t been so well in years, and that feeling encouraged me to keep at it).
I’m like a woman possessed! I woke this morning and went out for a walk with Andy and Billy, 6’clock in the morning. There wasn’t a soul about and a dog walk on the beach doesn’t take long. It’s been ten years since I walked on the beach so early in the morning and I wonder if it will be another ten before I do it again. I hope not!
You meet a lot of people when you run a cafe, but I have to say that owning a Chihuahua, or to be more accurate being owned by a Chihuahua, (anyone who has had one will know exactly what I mean by that), does get you noticed and people often want to stop for a chat and to give Billy a stroke. Others just look at him with distain, Billy couldn’t care less if people love him or loath him, he’s friendly to all. When we moved to Scarborough we had four Chihuahuas, mother and three pups. Sadly over the years we’ve lost them one by one, and we now find ourselves with just Billy.
Breakfast: Ham, black olives, cheese and sliced fresh tomato.
Lunch: Aubergine and cheese bake.
Supper/Evening meal: Salmon fillet and leftover Aubergine bake.
2 cups of coffee and enough green tea and bottled water to float a boat. (Still no wine, beer or Cava. Big – nay, huge pat on the back!)
This picture was taken in Egypt 2011, my knees were full of fat and water that it was hard for me to walk any distance without being in pain. I felt so ashamed of my size and very self conscious, I also felt sad for Andy. It seemed that all eyes were on me in the dining room, instead of enjoying the wonderful selection of food, I found eating a guilt filled experience. The only positive thing, was that the Egyptians loved big girls!
I’ve started to paint my toenails, or perhaps what I should say is that I have tried to paint my toenails, with a modicum of success. After several attempts, trials and errors, I’ve found that the only way that I can do this, is by placing one foot on the toilet seat and leaning over. My large tummy crushed against my thigh pushes into my ribcage and makes me breathless. Salty sweat runs down my forehead and into my eyes making seeing my toenails quite difficult, I’m starting to see black spots before my eyes. (I think that it’s the lack of oxygen because of the crushed ribs), but I press on. I can’t manage to paint my little pinkie, but four out of five is good enough for me. I sit on the loo seat for a moment and mop my brow before having a shot at the other foot. Job done, I admire my handy work and sigh, well who gets that close to my feet anyway! I can’t help thinking that this would be much easier if it wasn’t for my big tummy getting in the way. I’m looking forward to the day when I can just bend down and paint them, like slim people do.
Very encouraged this morning when I got on the scales, I’ve lost one and a half stones. WELL DONE ME! People are still not noticing that I have lost weight, but they do say how well I’m looking, so that is something.
Went for a walk into town after work this evening, I saw a beautiful green and white spotted blouse in PDSA. It was several sizes too small, (size 18) but I bought it anyway, I’ll slim into it. When I got home I ran up to my room to try on my charity shop purchase. I put both arms into the little capped sleeves and pulled, they wouldn’t even go halfway up my chubby upper arms and as for buttoning it up, I’d no chance. I felt sad and deflated, looking at myself in the mirror, my arms like two big fat juicy hams wrapped in green and white spotted material. The capped sleeves of the blouse were digging into my upper arms and turning them an even piggier shade of pink.
The whole experience had made me hot and bothered; I tried to take the blouse off. It was well and truly stuck, the little capped sleeves refused to budge. The more I pulled at the material the hotter I got, and the hotter I got the more the blouse clung to me. I could hear Andy coming up from the cafe and shear panic set in. ‘Please God don’t let him see me like this!’ I thought. By this time I was going round and round in circles tugging at the material, I must have looked like a dog trying to find a comfy spot in his bed. ‘I’ll have to cut the blasted thing off,’ then with one big tug, I was free. Well one arm was free and with another tug the other arm was liberated. I screwed the blouse up and hid it in a drawer, with just seconds to spare before Andy came through the door. ‘You look hot, does the blouse look nice on you?’ he smiled. “It will when I’ve slimmed into it.” I huffed.
Tip: Buy something that you like, knowing that it’s too small. (Might I suggest that it has lycra in it. The blouse that I bought hadn’t! No give, no good.) Then try it on once a month, you don’t need to spend a lot or even end up wearing it. I never wore the blouse, it was far too big in what seemed like no time at all.