There are many unexpected pleasures and delights from dieting. Losing weight is just the half of it. The other day I found a pair of tights I forgot I had. Gorgeous velvety and smooth, dark burgundy colour and showing few signs of ever being worn. Why had I kept them? Since I clearly never wore them anymore.
I found them while desperately trying to find a clean pair sans any snags or holes in them as all my decent ones were in the wash. Oh well, I thought, these old burgundy ones will have to do. I noticed as I started putting them on that they were a size smaller than my usual size. I must’ve bought them aeons ago when I was smaller or, far more likely, had bought them by mistake. It was going to be a tight fit but never mind, who would know beneath my knee-length skirt what discomfort I was suffering higher up?
Snug comfortable fit
In fact, they fitted beautifully. Glided up my legs smooth as a silkworm’s fart. Sat comfortably around my waist like the second skin tights are supposed to be. I was quite shocked by this. Why hadn’t I worn them before? Because I used to be two stone (28lbs/13 kilos) heavier, that’s why!
Bizarre as this may sound, I was surprised that tight-fitting tights fitted me now. I tested the theory out further when I went and bought a lovely rich smooth purple pair in the same, smaller, size. Sure enough, they too fitted gloriously.
These are the unexpected delights that await you when a diet really kicks in and the flab falls away. I tend to go to the clothes section first in Marks now where before I headed straight for the food hall. I look in the 18s to 20 before I forget, I don’t need to look for the larger sizes now; I can fit into a much more average 14-16 now.
A trip to the city used to have me all excited about what kind of gorgeous food I could eat – I live in a rural area and food tends to be good but very basic here. Cities are a transport of delight for me for many reasons. But mostly food. Or that’s how it used to be. Now I want to look at clothes. Now I’ve taken a much greater interest in fashion. Fashion fits now.
No more puffing and wheezing
I can also glide up the hills in the very hilly area where I live. Again, I didn’t really notice it till someone remarked that I was moving a lot quicker with far better posture and I wasn’t going all red-faced and puffy. But of course! It’s obviously easier to walk up a steep hill if you’re no longer carrying the equivalent of two heavy suitcases.
I can bend down and tie up my shoelaces without going puce in the face from lack of oxygen. I can leave food on my plate if I’ve had enough. I can visit or go places without always worrying at the back of my mind, what about food, what about food. Food has become much more incidental to my life. I am eating like thin people eat! For necessity; no longer the most important reason for getting out of bed in the mornings.
I also have more disposable income now I no longer spend all my discretionary money on food. I am better off and I am healthier. My skin is clearer too and my hair luscious, shiny and thick. I’m automatically taking better care of myself because I feel I deserve it more. I’m rewarding myself for kicking the carb habit. And my body is rewarding me right back!
A nice positive way to start the week I’m sure you’ll agree. Thanks for listening. See you again in a few days’ time.