20 May 2014
I've lost a lot of weight, seven stone is a lot of weight by anyone's standards.
It has come off gradually, over eighteen or so months.
Losing a lot of weight has made a massive difference to my life. I can buy clothes anywhere on the high street (goodbye forever, Evans) and I have boundless energy, but I've also noticed other changes, smaller changes.
I'm no longer the biggest person in the room.
I can sit on swings at the park without fear they will collapse beneath me.
I can accompany my boys on the dodgems, and join them in the soft play (I didn't say that all changes were for the better...).
I've had to tighten my watch strap by five notches.
I can sit on the rickety chair without worrying that it will break.
I had to buy a cheap ring from Claire's Accessories to keep my wedding and engagement rings on. The ring I bought is size S. It's not tight either.
I'm not embarrassed going into McDonalds. Well, I am, I'm embarrassed that I let my children have Happy Meals as a treat. I'm not embarrassed about going in there as a fat person.
I can park anywhere, confident that I can get in or out of my car.
I no longer have to turn sideways to get through gaps.
My laptop now fits on my lap.
I run up the stairs to my hairdresser and don't have to pause near the top to get my breath back before I open the door and go in.
My skin is clear.
My entire wardrobe is a rainbow of colour, it used to be 95% black.
I hardly ever have a headache.
People who haven't seen me for a while walk straight past me.
I can get into child's pose for the first since I started doing yoga thirteen years ago.
I no longer get indigestion or heartburn.
My children can get their arms round me for a hug.
Actually, on reflection, these are big things.