Operation Downsize

Time moves so swiftly. Too swiftly perhaps. I mean take the following for example:
• It’s been a year since I moved from Riyadh to London which essentially means one whole year that Rob and I have been living apart (not for much longer … fingers crossed!)
• It was 2 ½ months ago that I was nervously anticipating my surgery
• A whole week stole by before I realized I hadn’t blogged
• It’s nearly Christmas … again! (wasn’t it just yesterday?!)
• I have 7 short/long weeks until I head to Dubai. It’s going to be 7 agonizing long weeks in the respect that time drags whenever I anticipate seeing Rob again. Yet it will be 7 short weeks in that I have such a short time frame to reap the rewards in Operation Downsize.

Yup. I have renewed focus, commitment and determination to considerably downsize the lard before touch down in Dubai. Don’t get me wrong. In the beginning I was always hoping to lose a bucket of weight before Dubai … but as the fills weren’t really working out to plan in the respect of providing sufficient restriction and things in general were (as I saw it) grinding to a virtual halt, I kind of gave up the hope of a semi transformation.

But … I have jumped on and off a number of scales over the past week. The weight readings vary from 85-87.5kg. At best this means a loss of 10kg (22lbs) and at the very worse a loss of 7.5kgs (16.5lbs). Not bad considering I’m not sufficiently restricted. I have decided though that I need to invest in some digital bathroom scales. I know that many people say that you should stash your scales outta sight and judge your success by how your clothes fit, which is sensible enough but I need a single scale on which to weigh myself for Operation Downsize.

To add to the excitement of the scales is that I have lost 5 ½ inches off my stomach and 3 inches off my waist! And if that wasn’t inspiring enough, I yesterday discovered I was able to fit into a few bits and pieces in my wardrobe that I have either a) never been able to wear but bought because they were so gorgeous I couldn’t pass up buying them or b) I have only been able to wear a couple of times before I became a full blown lardy lard arse.

I discovered I was able to fit into a little black cocktail dress that I have never been able to wear. I wore it to a party last night combined with my strapless bra which up until a couple of months ago, I couldn’t wear as my breast-ages were so pendulous and the fat around my ribs too ample that it felt as though I was being cut in two if I wore it longer than 10 minutes. I even wore my 2 inch black heels that haven’t seen the light of a disco ball for 2 ½ years as they would kill the balls of my feet when I was standing due to my excess weight. I’m not tiny and not anywhere near my goal weight but gawd, as Kel Knight (Kath & Kim) would say I felt like a “foxy lady”!

The other bits and pieces of my new/old wardrobe include:
• A pair of dark wash jeans I bought 2 years ago (only worn a handful of times as they really cut into my waist and made me ultra aware of my dough like thighs)
• A dusky pink Victorian button up blouse (which I bought on a trip to see Rob but never wore as the buttons strained to stay done up over my boobs)
• A slew of underwear – from ultra white cotton briefs (never worn, hence, ultra white) to lacey boy leg panties to g-strings
• A gorgeous evening gown from Monsoon – a dusky pink; ruffled & boned bodice; strapless; A-line flowing skirt (3 layers of chiffon and satin); mid-calf length (I bought this dress almost 3 years ago for a song. I first saw it for 180 GBP. An end of season sale saw it reduced to 120 GBP. At the very end of the sale, it was reduced to 30 GBP. Naturally, at that price I bought it whether it bloody fitted me or not! Needless to say, it didn’t fit me and hasn’t until yesterday! Admittedly, I don’t feel dead comfortable in it. It still felt a little tight in the boob area and I could do with losing a few more inches in my tummy/hip area before I’d feel ready to wear it out in style. But I was able to get the zip completely done up! Woohoo!)

So, after feeling like sex on legs last night, I am determined to get into the high 70kg bracket before Dubai. That’s seven weeks to get from 85-87kg to ... fingers crossed ... 79.8-79.9kgs. It’s a lofty goal, yes but dammit I’m going to give it a bloody good go! I have dubbed this grand effort “Operation Downsize”. I'm going to stick to the plan I already bashed out in the last entry.

In parting all I have to say is: Go, you good thing!