13kg down
It's always the way, I want to post stuff but have been too busy to do so. There are so many things to put here, but tonight you get a weight loss post.
Last Tuesday I weighed in at Weight Watchers and reached the remarkable achievement of a total weight loss of 13kg. This means I have 7kg left to lose. When I tell anyone this they tend to ask where on earth I could lose that from without losing a limb. But It's ok, I know I can lose it, I've done it before. And I'll then be 1kg below the top of my healthy weight range.
This time of course I have to keep it off. This time I've got hockey and a much better and more healthy view on life - because emotional disruptions in life are shit for the waistline. I've been going to Pilates, I'm looking in to a gym (and seeing the physio about my knee tomorrow morning), I walk more often than I used to, hell, I have a habit now of walking from almost anywhere in the city to Central station before catching my bus home of a night time... and often I'm drunk, and even recently dancing down the street rather than walking. Amusingly only males reacted to a blonde girl dancing down Oxford and George Streets... who'da thunkit?
The thing I've noticed most lately, is that I completely forget that I'm now a size 12. I went on a big shopping spree at the end of April and spent a small fortune on some fabulous clothes that fit me. But I still find myself looking through racks and pulling size 14s off the rack (OK I am an Alannah Hill 14 but her sizing is freaky). If I try them on, I discover they're too big. It's a nice problem to have, I know. I also have failed to buy new exercise clothes, I go to hockey training wearing my old size 16 pants which I always think will be fine because they're the stretchy kind... but lo and behold, I get 1/4 of the way in to my warm up jog and discover I have to hold my pants up the rest of the way... not particularly convenient for training. In fact at my game on Sunday I realised my bike pants I wear under my hockey skirt were falling down!
I guess I have two things to do:
1. Buy new exercise wear
2. Find a way to convince myself that I am, and will continue to be, a healthy size 12. No point in doing the work and then letting it all go to waste once I've achieved my goal if it's just my brain not keeping up!
This also means I can buy Wheels and Dollbaby Size 3... that's a rather nice concept. *drools*
Ah fashion sizing, you have so much to answer for on the female body image front.
Last Tuesday I weighed in at Weight Watchers and reached the remarkable achievement of a total weight loss of 13kg. This means I have 7kg left to lose. When I tell anyone this they tend to ask where on earth I could lose that from without losing a limb. But It's ok, I know I can lose it, I've done it before. And I'll then be 1kg below the top of my healthy weight range.
This time of course I have to keep it off. This time I've got hockey and a much better and more healthy view on life - because emotional disruptions in life are shit for the waistline. I've been going to Pilates, I'm looking in to a gym (and seeing the physio about my knee tomorrow morning), I walk more often than I used to, hell, I have a habit now of walking from almost anywhere in the city to Central station before catching my bus home of a night time... and often I'm drunk, and even recently dancing down the street rather than walking. Amusingly only males reacted to a blonde girl dancing down Oxford and George Streets... who'da thunkit?
The thing I've noticed most lately, is that I completely forget that I'm now a size 12. I went on a big shopping spree at the end of April and spent a small fortune on some fabulous clothes that fit me. But I still find myself looking through racks and pulling size 14s off the rack (OK I am an Alannah Hill 14 but her sizing is freaky). If I try them on, I discover they're too big. It's a nice problem to have, I know. I also have failed to buy new exercise clothes, I go to hockey training wearing my old size 16 pants which I always think will be fine because they're the stretchy kind... but lo and behold, I get 1/4 of the way in to my warm up jog and discover I have to hold my pants up the rest of the way... not particularly convenient for training. In fact at my game on Sunday I realised my bike pants I wear under my hockey skirt were falling down!
I guess I have two things to do:
1. Buy new exercise wear
2. Find a way to convince myself that I am, and will continue to be, a healthy size 12. No point in doing the work and then letting it all go to waste once I've achieved my goal if it's just my brain not keeping up!
This also means I can buy Wheels and Dollbaby Size 3... that's a rather nice concept. *drools*
Ah fashion sizing, you have so much to answer for on the female body image front.