Tuesday, 22 February 2011
A) Age: officially 39, but I've been going backwards for the last few years so I'm also 34...
(B) Bed Size: Superking, best piece of furniture we ever bought!
(C) Chore You Hate: all of them, that's why we have cleaners (yes, we're a little bit la di dah, aren't we?!)
(D) Dogs? No; too much like hard work
(E) Essential Start Your Day Item: toothbrush, coffee
(F) Favorite Color: Green
(G) Gold or Silver? Silver; or platinum would be better...
(H) Height: 5' 5"
(I) Instruments You Play: played the recorder when I was at junior school - does that count?
(J) Job Title: Indexer
(K) Kids: One little tinker, male, aged nearly 2
(L) Live: Reading, UK; but very soon to be a little village in Somerset...
(M) Mom's Name: Mum, with a 'u'! Actual name = Joan
(N) Nicknames: wifey, Jus
(O) Overnight Hospital Stays? when I had my tonsils out when I was about 7; two nights when I gave birth to darling child; one night for WLS
(P) Pet Peeve: rude/ill-mannered people; bad spelling/grammar
(Q) Quote from a Movie: You had me at 'Hello'; Run, Forrest, Run
(R) Right or Left Handed? Right
(S) Siblings: Nope; I'm a 'lonely only'
(T) Time You Wake Up? Whenever darling child awakes, unless it's a nursery day in which case it's 7.15am in order to get him out the door and over there for opening time
(U) Underwear: big, black and comfy; if they hold my tummy in too, all the better
(V) Vegetable You Dislike: radish, lettuce, cucumber, almost everything that makes a salad
(W) What Makes You Run Late: constantly thinking that everything I need to do before I have to be somewhere takes less time that it actually does, and getting sidetracked into doing unnecessary things; I'm almost always late
(X) X-Rays You've Had Done: ankle; broke it at a nightclub when VERY drunk
(Y) Yummy Food You Make: Victoria Sponge; that's about it, I am a TERRIBLE cook, hubby is the chef in our house
(Z) Zoo, Favorite Animal: Penguin
Saturday, 19 February 2011
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Now, whilst weighing is a pretty much daily event round these parts, I've found getting the tape measure out to record the centimetres lost (I prefer to work in inches to tell the truth, but the only tape measure I could find at home when I first measured was a centimetre one) somewhat more of a chore. In fact, I've only measured myself five times in a year. Still, at least it means the loss is more noticeable!
The first set of measurements are from 3rd January 2010, just before I started my pre-op diet; the measurements after the :: are from 5th February 2011
Neck: 37cm :: 35
Upper arm right: 40cm :: 33.5
Upper arm left: 39cm :: 33.5
Wrist right: 17cm :: 16
Wrist left: 17cm :: 15.5
Bust: 121.5cm :: 107
Below bust: 106cm :: 92
Waist: 114cm :: 97.5
Hips: 135cm :: 118
Thighs: 132cm :: 114
Knee right:44cm :: 38.5
Knee left: 46cm :: 39
Calf right: 44cm :: 41
Calf left: 46cm :: 40.5
Ankle right: 26.5cm :: 24
Ankle left: 27.5cm :: 24
A total loss of 123.5cm - that's about the height of an average seven year old...
My weightloss month-by-month so far looks a little like this:
January 2010: 15lbs
January 2011: 3lbs
From a starting weight of 262lbs, to my current weight of 197lbs that's a total of 65lbs so far (inc. what I've lost in Feb) - that's the weight of an average nine year old...
Thus transforming me from:
Onwards and downwards!
Saturday, 5 February 2011
Friday, 4 February 2011
(a total loss so far of 65lbs; 29lbs to go)
Sorry, I hope I haven't scared you all with a photo of my under garments, but I wanted you to see the difference between my new bra (above) and the old one I've been slogging around in for quite some time now (below).Sandy Lee wrote a post recently about the traumas of shopping for new bras. It was quite a coincidence as I had just made myself an appointment at trusty old M&S to have a bra fitting. I've been needing to go for a while but when I was in there the other day I saw they had a promotion whereby you got a £5 lingerie voucher if you made an appointment to have a bra fitting - ever the bargain-hunter, I was there like a shot. I can't remember the last time I was properly measured. I think I got put off by the time I went and was told I was an 'A' cup, when quite clearly this was very wrong. After that I didn't really have much faith in the ladies and their tape measures so continued along the path of shoving myself into a 38B and getting on with things. That all worked out ok until I fell pregnant; then it was maternity bra time, and then breastfeeding bra time; and then I was at my heaviest and felt no inclination to let anyone near me with a tape measure; then I had surgery and started shrinking and couldn't see the point of buying new underwear/outerwear/anywear until things started levelling out, so I just rummaged around in the underwear drawer and wore whatever felt vaguely comfortable. But not anymore!
I'm rather pleased with my new bra. I had been wearing size 38B (sometimes 40B, sometimes 40C); apparently I'm a 38D, which I like very much! The new 'uplifting-ness' has given me a better shape, not just in the boob department, but also in elongating my body and defining my waist a bit more. So, my lesson has been learned. From now on, I won't be scared of the lady and her tape measure.