What a difference

Two and a half stone! It feels great! It's a subtle thing, losing weight and noticing the changes, but now and again it hits you - look how things have changed!

I don't have a single item of clothing that says 'guilt' to me. I used to have a few, some even with their tags still on. I bought them because I just had to lose a couple of pounds and they'd look great. Well, mostly they wouldn't look great because they wouldn't suit me. Now that they fit, they don't do a thing for me, so they're in the charity shop bag. And there are other things that will suit me but don't quite fit, but I know that soon they will. No guilt - I just have to be patient.

The other day I had a running race with Thomas. An actual running race. Not far (this wasn't Chariots of Fire!), but I was running for the first time in I don't know how many years. And I wasn't even out of breath. Which made me think that I might try doing some running. Me! (He won, by the way, but only just!)

I can now get a towel round me after I've had a shower. I'm sorry - perhaps that's too intimate a detail for some of you more delicate folk, but it's the trivial things that give me a thrill.

Now, don't get me wrong - I've got a long way to go. Two and a half stone is nowhere near half of my original self, but it still feels like the beginning. I'm still motivated and I know I can get to where I want to be. By Christmas. Just you see if I don't.