How to really enjoy a party

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.

2 Goals in a day

Well, I've had a very big couple of days.


Last weeks weighin was a little disappointing as I had a gain after a weekend away.  But I put it to one side stating water weight as the only reasonable solution (not drinking a lot of water to avoid using festival toilets and the associated queues).  


Yesterday I stepped onto the scale and was absolutely blown away with the reading.


14 Stone 5 and a quarter pounds.


A loss of 6 and a quarter pounds.


which means I'm now (*quick calculation*) 201.5lbs.


which means that I've lost 101lbs in total.


It ALSO means that my BMI is now 29.7!!!!!!!!!


I am no longer Obese.


Now I'll admit, I don't feel a whole lot different this week than I did last week. I don't think my clothes are fitting any better than they already were. My confidence is already pretty high, but to have that label taken off my ass. It's pretty damn liberating.


The one thing that's slightly annoying me however is not having anyone to share my utter joy at this with.  My mum has failed in her attempt to lose any weight, I've gotten to a point with my family that I've really stopped trying to get them to do anything. Despite the fact that my Mum is hobbling about at the moment with severe hip pain and convinced that the next family event that we have she will be stuck in a wheelchair for it.


She's already walking with a stick at the moment and she's only 55 years old.


I know how hard it is to lose weight, believe me, I KNOW! But I know for a fact that she hasn't even tried. I had to give up nights out for a long time to make sure that I was sticking to my calorie goal, I stopped drinking alcohol during the week (actually at all for a fair while till I was getting to where I wanted to be) and I know that a lot of their calories for the week comes from the couple of drinks they have at night time.


It makes me cross that she hasn't tried. 


Part of the reason that I want to lose weight is that I want to have a baby. I'm 30 years old now and I am ready to be a mom, but I want to have a healthy body to give any baby that I might have the very best start in life.  I want my mum to be around to meet that baby. I'm afraid that she's not going to be if she keeps going the way she's going.


I told her yesterday that I've lost 101lbs and that I wasn't obese anymore, she didn't say anything. No congratulations. Nothing.


I was so cross, I didn't want to talk to her.


Kinda took the shine off my day really.


I'm really looking forward to this weekend though. I get to wear my gorgeous dress I bought while I was on holiday in America! (Friends wedding)


I'm gonna look friggin amazing ;)