I sort of got distracted and a bit giddy at the weekend by the fact that we had a blog anniversary, so as I sat down to do my customary reflections on the week and non-diety diet update I talked more about the blog than about me. I ran out of space before I’d gotten to talking about me…I’m kind of ok with that but you know what, this past week for the first time it’s occurred to me that I’m starting to see some really subtle changes in my physical self. And I should tell you!
When I say subtle, I really mean subtle…I haven’t leaped out of bed on any given day feeling different, but you know that way where you’ve had toothache or a sore muscle for a while and it’s become the kind of dull ache you get used to? It’s not until you suddenly notice that it’s not aching quite as much as it did that you stop short and think when did that happen..? Well, my stop short moment happened on Friday evening last week when I was out with some friends for dinner.
We ate in a lovely restaurant that we’ve been to before but I’ve got to be honest and say that the chairs aren’t the most comfortable chairs I’ve ever sat on…the round wooden seats are not built for bums of substance. Last time we were there I remember being so uncomfortable, to the point where it was distracting. I felt shuffly all night, you know? Now don’t get me wrong, I could still have easily pulled two together and claimed one for each cheek, however I left the restaurant this time without feeling that I’d been balanced on a button all night. Subtle, but different.
And yesterday, when I was out walking with Charlie…we got to the point in the walk where we can turn right to complete a circuit back home, or carry on up the hill to do a much bigger circuit. He kind of throws me that resigned look when we get to the crossroads, having long ago realised that nine times out of ten we’re going right. As we got there yesterday, the red hot poker in my knee wasn’t trying to take my breath away with every step, so much to his delight we carried on. Again, don’t get me wrong, the long route still only takes us a mile or so but the difference yesterday was it only hurt a little bit. Subtle, but different.
Getting in and out of the car feels a little bit easier, because I’m just that little bit less restricted by all the padding around my middle. I’m two dress sizes smaller than when I started this journey back in August. Again, the difference between a 28 and a 24 is not as noticeable as the difference between a 16 and a 12…so it’s subtle, but it’s there. And I feel it.
So I spy, with my little eye…green shoots are starting to poke their inquisitive little tips out of this fat suit. My friend commented last week that she saw my thin face, just for a second before it disappeared back into it’s cradle of double chin, but it popped out for a quick look around none the less…I’m here to tell you it’s been a while since that saw the light of day.
Someone once said to me just because you don’t see results after a day, or a week, don’t give up…you may not see changes, but every good choice you make is affecting you in ways you cannot imagine.
Ain’t that the truth!
I love this! Felicitations! Fleury
Thanks Fleury! D x
It is there! Awesome. Honestly? Those changes are HUGE. Fitting into seats and chairs. The knee? There. My biggest or favorite thing is turning over in bed! It was such an effort and struggle before. Heaving the bulk around if you will. It is so easy now!
Yes I can identify with that! Isn’t it funny that it’s the little things that mean the most…the things that nobody in the world would ever even think about unless they’d walked in our fat girl shoes! D x
Well done, many congratulations, superb! Two dress sizes are two dress sizes, and as you say it’s the little things that you start to notice that make you realise that it’s worth it and spur you on to greater (cumulatively) things. Tolkien said that each journey starts with one step, and you’ve already made several steps in your journey towards your goal. Fantastic, we’re all cheering you on!
Toffin
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I know, and that’s such an amazing feeling! D x
Totally awesome. Congrats. Green shoots today, a veritable oak tomorrow!!!
Yey! D x
I am so glad to know that you are actually beginning to see and feel some changes. You are also in the hardest part of the yearly season, when it’s dark outside and it seems everybody tries their hardest to make me eat stuff I really don’t want. (Or I do want but I don’t want to WEAR it.) Kudos to you, and I’m thrilled to be part of your posse, Dee. 🙂
Thanks Djan, much appreciated 🙂 x
After all these years of the scales going up and down I find the non scale victories like those even more satisfying than a number on a machine I don’t trust.
GREAT JOB! Persistence is the key, rather than perfection. You’re doing it right 🙂
Thanks Cherie 🙂 D x
It is inevitable, like water wearing away a rock. It looks like no progress is being made, but it’s there, and someday, all of a sudden, it shows.
It’s a sweet feeling isn’t it! D x
Popping out of lurkdom to offer up a big YAY! Both for the blog anniversary and the NSV. Fantastic! 😀
Skulking back now……
Aw thanks, lovely to see you flash by! D x
Dee, That’s awesome!!!! Really awesome!!! So happy for you. There’s nothing as satisfying as realizing your efforts are FINALLY paying off. Good for you! And Happy Blog Anniversary.
Thanks Tracey! 🙂
Dee, i’m elated to read this! i’ve imagined that there have been encouraging days, nights when you fall asleep in the (cautiously hopeful) night-light from halo…. i haven’t wanted to pry, you know? — “well? nu? so how ya doing, dollink?”
you hasten to stipulate that size differences in the 20-somes aren’t like when you have been a 12 remembering your favorite killer size-eights. no-o-o-o, not the same difference! maybe better… it isn’t champagne, it’s ginger ale when you’re feeling puny: the right thing for right now.
I concur, it comes as a shock when you register that something WENT AWAY… bad lover, barking dog, a sore place or a really chronic coworker. LOL, life’s not-so-little pleasures.
Lovely! (fine word. you write it with such a british inflexion.) yrs, fleury
Aw thanks Fleury! S’good hey?! 🙂