For the first time in I-don’t-know-how-long I’m quite satisfied with my size1. It has taken lots of hard work and discipline to get here and I’m pretty proud of myself for keeping at it.
I don’t usually weigh myself regularly, so when we arrived in our hotel in Melbourne earlier this month I jumped on the scale, expecting to see something between 50kg and 54kg.
I was pretty horrified to read 58kg, and it threw me into a bit of a tailspin of the ZOMG! I am getting fat type. I’m between a size 6-8 (I think that is a 2-4 in US sizes) and getting smaller would be both ludicrous and unhealthy.
Intellectually I knew my reaction was completely ridiculous, but because I can’t visualise what I look like, I had to go and take a photo of myself as reassurance that I didn’t need to start reducing calories right now!
Clearly I have some issues here I need to resolve, but there will definitely be no more jumping on any scales for me!
1Sure I have tons of the usual jiggles, sags and wobbles of a lady my age who has lost a bunch of weight, but hey, I’ve got pretty clothes to disguise them.