Having struggled with my weight, and on to a size twelve going on fourteen, my pet peeve is clothes size. It isn’t too bad now, I can pick up a top from the rail, knowing it will fit. When I was a size eighteen, it wasn’t so easy.
Don’t get me started on bra sizes. Why can’t they put them in size order, rather than you having to rifle through, only to find they don’t do your size. When I was a larger lady, I had to go to specialised shops, who charged over forty pounds for a bra. Okay, it is fitted, however it is annoying. Even now, the cup size ends in G, and I am a H.
Don’t get me wrong, I feel healthier for losing weight, my knees don’t hurt as much, and I can walk up the stairs without getting out of puff. It isn’t for everyone to go on the losing weight journey. I only went because I was worried about my daughter’s health. She lost three stone, and gained a baby. I just lost three stone and gained a granddaughter.
I still go to a slimming group, because I don’t want to gain weight in the way I used to, but I miss having cake when I want some. When I am down to my original weight, I will start giving myself treats.
To be honest, I still do, just make sure I don’t go over the top. I have a Hedwig jar, with left over Christmas chocolate, which I am slowly going through. i have to syn them (Slimming World), but I don’t go without.
In some places, it is fashionable to be overweight, perhaps one day I can go and live there.