I think it is now official. Not only have I put away the old winter clothes and done a serious wardrobe clear out (3 large black bin liners are heading to a charity shop of my choosing!) I have also revealed to people outside my family what my body looks like following my weight loss campaign.
Please do not get me wrong. I have not finished the weight loss attempt. I have plenty of weight left to get rid of, but I think it might be time to start revealing the new me, which is what Operation Chrysalis was all about after all.
So what decided me to start to reveal my changing shape? A few things really. I have been struggling to stick to the eating plan I am on, and I thought it might keep me “honest” if I told myself that I would be wearing a new dress soon. I think it has worked this week, but to be honest, I need to wait until Wednesday, which is slimming club weigh day!
I think summer clothes also encourage revealing the body more than winter shrouds to. I do not mean wearing bikini tops to do the shopping (the natives are far too skittish for that, and quite frankly, I would be arrested if I attempted it!) but rather an ankle here or there and wearing T shirts instead of thick heavy jumpers and coats. I know the prevailing wisdom in these parts is “Cast nary a clout till May is out” which means to keep the woollies to hand until the end of May, but I was getting really bored of wearing the same old stuff. It was getting depressing. So a couple of weeks ago, I got all of my clothes out, both summer and winter and did a HUGE purge of them. Then I put the winter stuff into storage (the loft!) and hung up all the lovely summer stuff. Of course, then the weather decided to put a nip in the air, but I always knew that could happen. Which is why I kept some woollies back from storage! I am not entirely insane!
Also, as part of my frugal living endeavours, I have been relearning how to make clothes. I had been sewing a dress for some time. I was a bit scared of making a terrible mistake, so I did one seam, then left it for a week or two, and then did another seam when I was brave enough. This weekend, I decided I couldn’t make any more excuses and I finished it. I actually finished it at 4pm on Saturday and wore it that evening to a concert my husband and I were attending. I saw a lot of people I knew from when I was singing in the choir that was performing and I received a lot of compliments. I think the fact that these people haven’t seen me day after day and a lot of them commented on my appearance (and the spanking new dress too!) really bought it home to me. Yes. This weight loss thing has worked.
Now, I am not going to give up on the weight loss. The scales are oscillating at the moment, but I have lost the equivalent weight of a bag of cat litter. Those things are HEAVY! It must be making a difference, but to be honest, I can’t really feel any difference. I need to lose another 3 of those bags of cat litter, and I will be and exceedingly happy person. Even at that point, the doctors will say I am still overweight and probably still obese, but I am beyond caring what they all say.
Have I learnt anything from Operation Chrysalis? Weighing yourself every day is a short cut to insanity; once a week is fine. Weight loss is not linear; the weeks you think you have done really well tend to be the weeks that the weight goes up. Bingeing behaviours are really hard to break; and I am still working on that one, though things are better now than they were. Making clothes is really satisfying, as is seeing the look on people’s faces when you tell them “Oh yes. I made this dress.”
Butterflies totally have the right idea. Hide yourself away and then reveal. It is a great feeling! Here’s to the next transformation!