Wow! What a weekend it has been! Saturday night was awesome. I had a fantastic time. I had to get a new top on Saturday, so I tootled off into town. Went into New Look and picked up a nice top in a size 22. Thought, well I know I was a 22/24 a couple of weeks ago and so it's a safe bet. So I tried it on and it was too big! So I had to buy the size 20. This means I have got through 3 dress sizes in 2 months!! I have had to order my team t shirt for new years eve in an 18! Eek!
I even managed to get my ass into the "small" sized leggings, which are meant for size 16-18, yes I am aware that it is stretch fabric, but still felt good to pick up the "small" size! And I think they will last me a good couple of months at least!
So my cousin and I went off to Birmingham to meet some friends. Friends who have not seen me since August. Over 3 Stone ago!
It was great seeing them. They all said the nicest things to me, like that I looked gorgeous and that I was fabulous and one them told me she was so proud of me and that I looked amazing already she couldn't wait to see me in another 3 months! Ah I do love a good "stroke".I made sure that I had two food packs during the day this week, to give my body a little fuel. Then had steady amounts of water throughout the day too.
And that is why, after a whole night of bouncing around and dancing, I was not ill this week! However, at around 2.45am, I did start to feel a huge pain across my stomach. As I assessed the pain, I soon realised that not only had I discovered a new muscle, I had managed to pull it as well!! Ah such a bitter sweet moment. It didn't half hurt! By the time we got home, about 3.30am, I did hurt quite a bit, I could feel my legs and ass and hips and stomach aching. And I'm starting to like it. My cousin said to me that if you can feel the pain, you know you're burning off some fat! And I hope she's right because my scales tell me I'm 4lb down! And that would be awesome. The best thing is that unlike last week, when I couldn't move the day after, this week I was just a little stiff. Maybe in a few more weeks, I'll be able to get up and start all over again! It'll be like being 16 again!
Oh, yes, fabulous moment at the weekend when I got ID'd getting into this club!! The bouncer, sorry "door man", told me he honestly thought I was not 18. He wouldn't have ever thought I was 26. And he then asked me if I was Irish because I had Irish eyes and Irish eyes were very sexy! OMG! It's been ages since a bloke landed a line like that to me!! Hahaha!
And then finally my brother returned home at 2.30 this morning! And when I woke this morning, my house looked like a bomb had hit it. It took him and his mate 6 hours to destroy what I had done in 2 weeks. I'm hoping that his return and complete lack of regard for my feelings does not destroy my good feelings and mood this last two weeks, but I don't hold out much hope. Bye bye happiness . . . .
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