This is going to be tough to type, not because I am emotional, but because my husband sharpens our knifes to within an inch of their lives, and thankfully the bone in my thumb has just prevented me from cutting it off, whilst making his lunch!
I don't weigh myself anymore. I don't bother. But today I went and bought a dress. I walked into the shop, saw one I loved (still getting used to that!) tried it on in a ten, tried it on in an eight and bought it! But standing there in the change room I noticed just how much of my ribs you can see. My chest is just bones, so I thought I'd weigh in to see if I have actually lost some weight. Turns out I have lost another kilo. No idea how, but its gone. Its kinda weird, I know I shouldn't be losing more weight, but its so empowering to be half the woman I was. 2 Christmas's ago I was dreading christmas day. It was always hot and unbearable, 1 christmas ago I was having issues, and was sick as a dog. This christmas I will be as strong as an ox!!!
Bring it on!!
That must be such a cool feeling; 'twas what I once aimed for - to be able to shop without worrying about the numbers... then I fell pregnant! That went out the window really quickly and now I'm back 30kg up. :( Maybe next Christmas... ;)
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