I've had a tough few weeks - son's 18th, outstanding college results, best friend's 50th, husband's birthday, three day-long gigs... I'm titrating down and so my appetite is normal. I've eaten a LOT of celebration food and festival food, and drunk even more drinks.
But - and I'm really hoping this is a whole new me forever - on the days where nothing's been going on, I've been able to go back to my usual calorie-restricted diet, without feeling like I've failed so there's no point and I may as well carry on eating shit, and I actually look forward to getting back to my usual diet. I enjoy chicken salads with fruit or greek yoghurt for pudding, and snacking on boiled eggs. I'm not finding food hard.
So I've put weight on, but not too much - 1.5kg. And I've been able to stick to my exercise - I missed one yoga session to a party, one pilates class to the heat and one gym session to a hangover. That's it - and given I commit to at least 30 minutes every day, with some days having more (Thursdays are peak 2.25 hours of exercise), I'm quite proud of myself.
My loose skin is getting looser, my thighs are SO wobbly now there's less fat, more muscle and then loose skin... Imagine a balloon with a teacup of water in - nice... I'm a 12 on top and waist, and I was a 14 on my bottom, but it's gone up to a 16. I'm like a melted candle. I don't care.
I'm really enjoying buying new clothes. Only from Vinted and charity shops/car boots. I'm broke. But i'm getting some great stuff and I am THRILLED that I fit into teenage sizes - an age 14 boy's t-shirt is a loose skinny fit on me, I have some amazing vintage Nike t-shirts that I bought for buttons.
Doing OK. Just need to keep it up forever. No biggie. I'm thinking of framing it like an alcoholic would. My name's Bloozie and I've been a healthier weight for 3 months now... 4 months now... 5 years now. Avoid complacency. I am in recovery from obesity and food addiction and I will be for life.