It's coming to the end of my self appointed week of gluttony. I have eaten whatever I like whenever I like for the last however many days and truth be told, it's starting to drag a little bit. I even eyed my bike up for the first time since its week long banishment. I haven't hopped on it though. Partly because it would be a mere token gesture after all the chocolate I have eaten. Partly because I know the novelty will wear off sooner than I think. I don't hate exercising on the thing. Some nights it's actually just easy and flies by (to the sultry sounds of whatever Alias episode I'm up to) but some nights it drags from the first minute to the end.
On those nights I just want to get off. The seconds tick by and I can feel myself just not putting the effort in. The thing that keeps me going, though, is the feeling at the end. Just an 'all done' sort of feeling. Like I know I would feel worse for having not done it. I can see the benefit of the bike in my legs as well. I have always had chunky legs (trait from my mother's side) but not only are my calves smaller by three inches (measured) due to the weight loss, they are also developing some nice muscle. My thighs are a source of constant annoyance to me. I'm sure they have decreased a little in inches but they just don't look like they have. They're the bane of my life when buying trousers. I started off being a size 24, which on my diminutive 5'4'' frame was pretty hefty. I was probably closer to a 26 than I dared think about to be honest. Some of my trousers were starting to bite into me a bit.
As I type, I'm in my works trousers. A size 20 pair which are literally falling off me. Such is my problem. I'm obviously now closer to a size 18 in the waist than I have been for years. Literally my early teens probably. I have been pretty big for most my life. But my thighs mean that my legs just don't fit comfortably into a size 18. Or they do and they look awful. So I mooch along, constantly tugging at my trousers at work (because for some stupid reason a lot of women's trousers don't come with belt loops). The top half of my uniform is a simple polo shirt. A man's XL. I was an XL when I started but I now fit comfortably into a L sized man top. With my oversized top and baggy trousers I'm sure I look fit to raid bins but such is life.
Just a quick update for today. Not an awful lot of point reviewing calories or food diaries when all I have done today is eat chocolate and some rather tasty bread and cheese.
So for this evening, good boo.
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