Why, hello there stranger


Strange things are happening, in my wardrobe of all places.  After my birthday I decided to invest in some new clothes, as the fact that in the last 3 months I’ve lost more weight than my 2 year old weighs (thanks Shannan Ponton and your 8 week challenge) meant that I was having a hard time keeping on any of last years winter clothes.

I’ve been a size 18 for a while now, and if I were entirely honest I could tell you that I wasn’t trying on clothes, and was simply accepting that that was where it was.  And in the same vein I probably should say that some of the 18’s I was buying probably were verging on the too small side, I was just refusing to accept it.

So shopping for size 16’s was pretty cool.  You can find them in shops fairly easily, unlike larger sizes and there are cuts that are quite stylish and flattering, rather than boxy and fattering*. But, here’s my true reason for celebration this eve. I tried on a pair of pants purchased on the shopping trip mentioned some time ago, I hope you’re still there reader, as this is getting a touch rambly. I’m even practicing neologism here people. anyway, as I was saying.  Bought a cool pair of teal jeans from Katies – these ones in teal.  They are amazing, and comfy and I truly recommend that everyone get a pair. Stick with me, we’ll work through the tangents. The thing is, I got a pair of 18’s  and they just about fell off, so a pair of 16’s was bought in, and they were comfy, and I loved the colour, and so home with me they came.  But when I put them on this morning thinking it was the right kind of day to rock some colour block, with jeans and an Espirit dress that deserves it’s own post, I found that apparently a 16 is not right for me either…

Hello there stranger, size 14 pants it is!!!!!  I further confirmed this with a purchase of tights today, whereby when I tried on the 16s they proved my point, so I am sitting here a ridiculously pleased with myself size 14.  With a pair of those damn fine Katie’s Jeans that won’t stay up on my hands.

I have however celebrated this win with a feast of cheese, crackers and olives for dinner tonight, washed down with a bottle of wine so I may find that that is not a problem for long…  if you are in the region, drop in to Maleny

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Cheese, where you will find an awesome selection of mouthwateringly good treats.  My platter tonight consisted of their Wasabi Cheddar, Buffalo Feta, St Clair, and a low fat Brie accompanied by crackers, olives, a Black Swan Broad bean and hummus dip, and 97% fat free semi dried tomatoes.  Yummo.  If anyone from the Challenge has come over for a read, I did also do a walk pushing the pram that was about 2 hrs long, incorporated a 89m climb, so when I was at the supermarket deciding what dinner would be since Gra is working late tonight, I figured that I maybe could go a little wild…

Ah, ok, so the point of my post?  Oh, yeah, Size 14, hello stranger.  It’s been a ling time since you were in my life, my being a size 12 goal seems attainable for the first time in a long, long while, rather than simply something that I can see shimmering in the distance as something which is nice, but it ain’t going to be a reality any time soon.  Yay for the little things in life that make you realise how truly good life can be.  I love the little bonuses you throw my way that make me feel all happy like this over a silly little thing which makes me feel ever so powerful.  Mwah ha universe I have a say.  I control all that is me, and you can’t actually stop me if I can put in the motivation, and the better I do, the more motivation I feel.+++

* I know fattering is not a word.   There’s this thing I’ve noticed whereby they seem to not increase the amount of fabric used for sizes 14 +, so while a size 12 top is flattering, and a nice length, by the time you get to a size 16 top there’s not quite enough cover around the midriff area, you find that lifting your arms becomes somewhat of an embarrassment, as suddenly more stomach is exposed than you’re happy to accept, especially once you’ve got a few baby badges (i.e. stretch marks) to show off.

+++  Tomorrow I shall attempt to post a rather more coherent and rather less wine fuelled piece documenting a couple of cool domestic tricks I have discovered in the past couple of days 🙂

It Begins


Call me a sucker if you will, however the allure of biggest loser helping me lose weight was too strong.  I’ve signed up, punched in my measurements, got my resistance bands, planned my menu for the week (though due to the ridiculous amounts of rain have not managed to shop properly yet).  I have also taken some rather unflattering ‘before’ photos.  If I do well will post the before and afters at the end.  Actually, I’m going to do well, so I will post them at the end of the challenge – 8 weeks time!