Compliments.
Compliments, compliments, compliments!
This is going to be another self indulgent piece of rubbish so forgive me, but I'm feeling pleased with myself.
I went to a party last weekend. It was a wedding of a couple of friends of mine and dearly beloveds.
I wore my Calvin Klein size 14 (US) dress.
I. Looked. Great.
I didn't look perfect, there's still a big tummy flap there and the loose skin issue is a big deal for me, but as someone really kindly pointed out to me I looked sassy and confident and by damn I really felt it!
The thing that pleased me the most though, my stamina! There was a disco, and I started dancing at the beginning, and I kept on going till the very end. I danced my little shoesies off! I was thinking back to the last wedding that I was at where I had to buy a dress from a specialist online store as I couldn't find anywhere else that would give me something formal enough in my size anywhere on the high street.
It was a lovely dress last year, but my god I was so pleased to not be that size anymore.
I have got about 3 - 4 stone to go still, but if it all had to stop now, I would be ok with it (granted not *that* ok).
So people who know people who have lost weight, compliment the shit out of them! Cause we become ravenous compliment whores, never satisfied but always enjoying the feasting.
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