A pound and a half. A good solid loss after the massive five pounds of last week. Am I disappointed that I didn't get below will 200lb this week. Well honestly, I am. Despite knowing that this is a great loss, I can't help wanting it to be more, to go faster, to hit the next milestone sooner.
I had a good look at myself in the mirror yesterday. The difference in just four months is amazing. Even my worst view of myself, side on, is considerably better. So much smaller. The difference that four stone and two pounds has made is immense. Most of my trousers are now much too big for me. I certainly have to wear a belt with all of them.
I'm off work this week,so I'm going to take the time to clear out my wardrobe. I'm going to be ruthless and dump everything that I don't wear. My wardrobe is way too full and I don't wear the half of it. It will encourage me to only wear stuff that actually fits, which always looks much better. It means it will look at bit sparce for a while, but that's okay. Better that than my wardrobe toppling over with the weight of all the useless clothes. I need to get used to making do with clothes for a while anyway. While I'm getting smaller, there's no point in buying much, as I won't be wearing it for long. I'd like my final size to be a fourteen at most. That's considered large, especially for a woman of my short stature. But a solid, trim fourteen would be perfectly healthy for me.
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