Another of those 'writing something for the sake of it' posts

I have just spent the last 40 minutes writing the most depressing blog about being a failure and having no money. I sensibly deleted it all before inflicting it on anyone unlucky enough to stumble across my blog.

I'm only writing a post because I read a blog post earlier, and it was funny, and I thought I might be able to come up with something half decent. I'm planning on writing rubbish until something worthy pops out. The blog post I read earlier, for those interested, was THIS ONE.

The only thing good that's happened of late is my weight loss. I've lost 3 stone since August. I've managed this with DDP Yoga and by ditching gluten and dairy.

It's a weird thing, when you're a big fatty and you lose a fair amount of weight. I don't see ANY difference in my appearance at all. Yet, I see people I've not seen for a few months, and they can't believe how 'skinny' I am.

Now, I hate the 'skinny' thing. I know I'm not. I can still pinch more than an inch. I can grab a handful! I like to correct people and say I'm just a bit less fat.

The only way I'd know I'd lost weight, if it wasn't for scales and other people saying so, is clothing.

Over the years, I have bought and been given some nice clothes. The majority of these had never fit me. But I kept them. Mostly in those vacuum bags, up in the loft, but the odd thing still hung in my wardrobe. A pair of trousers I bought in 2003 were among the things in the bags. They were expensive (for me!), and they were tight back then. I got a couple of wears out of them, though. One occasion was a stag do. We went to the Gardening Club in Covent Garden. These trousers fit me now, with room to spare. I'm rather pleased about that.

Around this time last year, I spent £110 on 3 Lacoste polo shirts. I felt terrible for doing such a thing. The most I had ever spent on a polo shirt was £12. When I bought them, I got a size '5'. They were tight. Like, painted on tight. The sort of tight that, when I wore one out, my mum would say 'untuck your top, it looks better'. It WAS untucked. It was just that the bottom of the t-shirt finished at the top of my jeans! I could have bought a 6 or a 7 (no S,M,L,XL in Lacoste land, it would seem), but I thought I'd get the 5 and when I lost weight, they'd fit better.

How many times have you done that? Bought something too small or too tight, because you know it'll fit 'when' you lose weight? I've done it loads. Hence the bags in the loft (am I a hoarder?). This is the first time I have ever managed to actually fit in to something, though. The t shirts now hang around the bottom-of-the-pocket area (or mid thigh?). Yay!

I still have a lot of weight to lose, though. Well, I think I do. So I will carry on doing what I've been doing. I'd like to have a face one day. I reckon I'd be verging on average if I had cheek bones and a single chin!

Anyway, that was far too 'me, me, me' for me. So that's where I'll end.

Not the mildly amusing post I had hoped to write. Still, a post all the same. Maybe I'll start to do one every day (another of those statements in the same class as 'it'll fit me when I get thin'). I know I won't, though.

Big love

xx