Oh my goodness, it is hot lately, and yet, would you believe, I am wearing a winter jumper at work for the better part of the morning. I seem to be the only one who is freezing and yet I am the fattest one there!
Right now I am at home, it is nearly 8:30pm and I am melting. I do have the fan on. In my bedroom is an old air-conditioner probably 20-30 years old. Think of the noise a diesel generator makes and that is my air con. Luckily it is continuous so I do manage to fall asleep and stay asleep. It is my own white noise machine. Certainly blocks out everything else. :)
Week 5 and I now weigh 93.4kg, which is a loss of 1.6kg this las week. I fitted nicely into size 18 jeans on Friday (down from 22) and my tops are also down 2 sizes. I have seen people on the weekend who have not seen me since I started losing, and their faces became exclamation marks of "wow look at you." Why then can't I see it. I feel good. My clothes are smaller and yet I look in the mirror and realise that I am thinking thinner than what I am. Seriously I look at the 2 photo's below and I really can't see what everyone else seems to see. Except for the chin, I look the same (though that could just be the makeup minimising it). In the first photo I am 16 kg heavier than the second. Both were taken this year. Hmm maybe I should put the pink top on again and take a photo. See if there is any difference then.
Life is plodding along as per usual. Quite boring really. I am still tidying up around the house and can't wait to get the Christmas tree up. I am soooo in the Christmas Spirit this year, especially after a non existent one last year.
I am off to visit Oprah in 2 weeks!!!!