Finally, on day 19 and the beginning of December I have reached party day and my target’s end. The advent of all things Christmassy heralds the advent also of one more female taking up less space in the bus queue! Or at least I hope so.
My day of starting well and weighing immediately hasn’t quite worked out as I’d planned. A late rising and a sprint to the school gates in my pyjamas with two bleary -eyed children wasn’t quite the image I’d had in mind for party-day kick-off. And so the day has unfolded in similarly chaotic fashion.
Having visited various pamper parlours for substantial party improvements, I realise by midday that not only do I feel like a formula 1 racing car being worked on from all angles, but I have neither eaten yet or weighed. Very helpfully, the previously lost weighing scales tumbled out of the shoe cupbboard this morning with several hundred weight of wellies. So at least I have my old friend back to taunt at me digitally as I balance on one leg to appear lighter.
The moment of truth has finally arrived. It’s only been three weeks dieting, but it feels like three months. Three weeks of no hard cheese ( how ironic!), sugar mice or chocolate oranges. The truth in the beauty of abstinance awaits me….
Yes!! It’s a good reading! Not quite full target, but only 2.2lbs or 1 kilo away from my imagined result! The scales happily announce I’m not so much Ten Ton Tess as ten stone Tess. Fantastic! The flags are duly put up and the lap of honour begins! I feel I should crack open a drink to celebrate, but there are balloons to collect, venues yet to decorate, and babysitters to organise so I fall into abstinence mode once more.. for a little while at least!
Finally! It is party time and the suit fits so I’m going to wear it!! The whole purpose of the diet was to not feel conscious of myself or my clothes all night; just to enjoy the friends and the music. Mission has been accomplished and the diet is complete……………. or is it…..?
© Tess Egerton 2011