I love my bestie

And yes I know she will be reading this too!

We had a nice long chat on the phone last night.  She is doing her own weight loss program and she has become a great support to me, she even text messages me on a Wednesday weigh in to see how I went.  See, we don't see each other very often at all, I live in Victoria, she lives in Tassie.  We only see each other between visits when we email or message a photo through, or facetime a phone call.

So last night we were having a nice long chat about the trials and tribulations of sticking with our respective programs and keeping on track.  And she urged me when I got off the phone to go through my wardrobe and start trying on clothes, something I have actually avoided (lest I be disappointed).   Apart from the size 16 jeans I had to resurrect from the deep dark recesses of my drawers because my size 18 ones were just about falling off me.   If they got any lower I'd be looking like a rapper!

I have clothes in my drawers that still had their tags on them mind you.  I'm a great buyer of clothes that "look" about right, only to realise when I get home that I obviously have a very distorted view of my body.  Oh and not to mention the mail order internet purchases that it ended up being too much of a bother to return.   Clothes that arms were too tight, hips were too narrow, that kind of thing.

So after the phone call I tried on clothes.  I was pleasantly surprised that time after time there were clothes in my wardrobe that I had long since given up on ... AND THEY FITTED !   Well not everything of course, heck I have clothes in every size made.  Clothes that fit, clothes that I'd grown out of, clothes that never fitted, clothes that I didn't have a chance in hell of fitting into but they were too good a bargain and you never know ... one day!

Thanks Sonia, it was a great motivator for me to do that.  I owe you one mate.