I gave SoD a stern talking-to this morning before I climbed aboard: I have been nothing short of angelic this week. We had a (painful – my pelvis is... tender) partial off-road 16 mile cycle on Saturday and I’ve walked in three times. I’ve been really vigilant with my food too. I lost 1lb – that’s kind of okay except that I’d put on over 2lbs the preceding week and I was that weight on my informal WI on Friday. And Monday. Surely I should have lost some extra since then? Apparently not. So, I’m still 5lbs heavier than before Christmas, having lost 3.5lbs in 3.5 months. I am a stone and a quarter heavier than my target and just over a stone heavier than my heaviest weight. It’s hard not to feel a bit pulled down by this but pulled down or no, I just need to keep going. And so I will.
It’s been a weird week. I’ve not really recovered from buying the evening dresses and then had my first ever order from ASOS delivered with two dresses I’d had recommended to me. One was a turquoise jersey maxi with a ruched tube bodice and halterneck, then just falling straight to the floor (or, in my case, to the floor and then puddled on it) – it looked terrible. I’d never appreciated how ugly my back was – it looked like an enormous slab of (white) meat. The other was a cream chiffony faux-wrap with balloon sleeves – I like the dress, I love the sleeves, but I suspect it doesn’t suit me. It’s pretty short and my pudgy knees are not really up to the exposure. Am taking it to my mum’s tonight for a second opinion. Rather dispiriting all in all though.
Then last night I had an appointment at Bravissimo for a strapless bra, ready for the Wedding Dress Ordeal. I was not looking forward to it. But I had an AMAZING fitter (ask for Antoinette at the Oxford Circus branch – so helpful, knowledgeable, calm and frank) and walked out having bought 3 bras (and matching knickers because I have a slight ‘issue’ with non matching lingerie) and a basque. It turns out I’ve been wearing the wrong cup size (not sure for how long) and that is why I’ve had an ugly overspill of fat under each arm. Although I’m sure ugly fat has something to do with it too, but apparently it’s boob. It also explains the purple and red bruising I’ve had at the side of my boobs each night. I didn’t buy a strapless in the end but an ivory basque as it gave me a better shape and obviously the extra coverage and pulling in is a very good thing. But it turns out I’m a 34-36FF! That’s....absurd. Actually literally, that sounds like a comedy bosom - especially on someone my height. I’ve been wearing 36D so you can see, dear Reader, the cause of my shock.
And tomorrow we have a cake consultation that will involve some actual eating of cake. Still, weather permitting, I’ll be back – wincing – in the saddle on Saturday and I’m hoping to swim walk to work on Friday and Monday. But WI next week will have to be either Monday or Friday as the only two days SoD and I will be together. Eeek – I’m fearing it already whereas I should be enjoying a few days away from its tyranny!