Weight Watchers
I just went down a clothing size, minimum. The skirt Mum got me in a size too small is just comfortably loose now. And I'm not really all that happy about it.
Yeah. Okay. I realise, ladies of my journal, that I should not be complaining. I do understand that my current situation is something that every woman who wants to diet hopes for - an extended period over which you are simply not very hungry, instead of experiencing the constant low-level hunger and cravings of most dieters. Okay, possibly without the nausea after meals, but this is a price that most body-conscious women would be willing to pay. My health does not seem to be deteriorating, because I make sure to eat healthily when I eat at all, and I don't seem to need more than one full meal per day. And given that I'm fat anyway, this is probably a good thing.
Except, of course, for the passingly curious fact that I can't afford to go clothes shopping. So most of my wardrobe now no longer fits. Okay, it's one size, but if this keeps up, my favourite denim skirt is just going to fall off one of these days. Maybe it's a good thing that I never got around to taking some of that 'hasn't fit for ages' stuff to the charity shop, but ... that stuff is all old and ratty. And the skirt Mum got me itches, which will hopefully stop being an issue after I've washed it a couple of times, but...
Argh, this is irritating. I should be pleased or something. After all, now I can fit into stuff I couldn't before. But instead I just consider how inconvenient it is to have to get a new wardrobe, basically. And then I feel bad about complaining because I know this is not as bad a thing as I make it out to be.
Well, I'm going to go play silly computer games until I feel more like dealing with the 'being awake' thing.
Yeah. Okay. I realise, ladies of my journal, that I should not be complaining. I do understand that my current situation is something that every woman who wants to diet hopes for - an extended period over which you are simply not very hungry, instead of experiencing the constant low-level hunger and cravings of most dieters. Okay, possibly without the nausea after meals, but this is a price that most body-conscious women would be willing to pay. My health does not seem to be deteriorating, because I make sure to eat healthily when I eat at all, and I don't seem to need more than one full meal per day. And given that I'm fat anyway, this is probably a good thing.
Except, of course, for the passingly curious fact that I can't afford to go clothes shopping. So most of my wardrobe now no longer fits. Okay, it's one size, but if this keeps up, my favourite denim skirt is just going to fall off one of these days. Maybe it's a good thing that I never got around to taking some of that 'hasn't fit for ages' stuff to the charity shop, but ... that stuff is all old and ratty. And the skirt Mum got me itches, which will hopefully stop being an issue after I've washed it a couple of times, but...
Argh, this is irritating. I should be pleased or something. After all, now I can fit into stuff I couldn't before. But instead I just consider how inconvenient it is to have to get a new wardrobe, basically. And then I feel bad about complaining because I know this is not as bad a thing as I make it out to be.
Well, I'm going to go play silly computer games until I feel more like dealing with the 'being awake' thing.