16 December, 2017

WHMP: 16 December 2017

Comments : 2 Posted in : When Holly Met Percy on December 16, 2017 by : C4Kkitchen Tags: #c4kgoesbariatric, #whenhollymetpercy

Saturday morning routine was a bit out of whack this morning as my offsider was still fast asleep when I was ready to go to the gym, so instead I was flying solo!

My new compression singlet arrived yesterday to wear under my gym clothes with the hope that it would ease the pains and discomfort that the excess skin causes me while doing high impact exercise.

I can’t work until I am in good enough shape to just wear the compression singlet out in public as damn that extra layer causes a massive amount of extra heat produced while shaking it out.

20 minute warm up on the bike, 30 minutes of weights and then I finished with another 30 minutes cardio. This last bit of cardio I pushed myself more than I though my I was ever possible to do.

I not only beat my personal best but I flipped it the bird and destroyed it!! My previous longest time running was 15 minutes interval running on the treadmill. Today I doubled it!! I can not even fathom the fact that me….Holly Smith, formerly in excess of 200kg ran for 30 minutes!! Who knew that I had that in me, I certainly didn’t! And on the plus side my compression singlet did everything it was supposed to be doing and for once my belly skin didn’t cause the normal pains I have been experiencing lately!

My arms skin…well that’s a whole other conversation! My bag wings are really talented, so much so that I have nicknamed them my cheerleaders as they are so damn supportive of how hard I am pushing myself that are cheering and clapping for me the whole way throughout!! To the point that it’s starting to cause bruising. Oh well short term pain – it will all be chopped off once I am ready for my “relocation services”.

I guess the cheerleaders were very happy with my slightly over 1,000 calories burning start to my day!

Tonight I am going out and as a very rare thing for me I’m going to throw caution to the wind, let me hair down and have a few drinks go celebrate one of my best mates birthday!

As I was already having HUGE anxieties about what I was going to wear I realised my wardrobe consists of two types of clothes. Corporate work clothes and gym clothes, so this posed a big big problem for me. I decided it was time for me to fix this and buy something casual to wear tonight that I could also wear again next week for Christmas.

I text another girlfriend and asked if she was free to go shopping with me. She is well aware that I am beyond struggling with this whole clothing caper so I said to her that I would try on whatever she wanted me to try on without question.

We ended up taking over the Marion City Chic store with my residing in the change room for 90 minutes with a continual flow of clothes coming and going. I nearly fell over when the girl who works there suggested I would be a small and medium size….say what has she gone mental?!?!?!

I can’t believe that she was right! My shopping experience was a VAST contrast to my last shopping expedition for an event when I was wedding outfit shopping pre-surgery (3 December 2016).

That day I went to autograph and tried on nearly every dress in the shop and my choice was made not by what I thought looked the best and I liked. The choice came down to one simple thing…..it was the only dress in the entire store that fitted me!!

Today was so very different and a very surreal and somewhat exciting but stressful experience for me. This time I was not limited by selection, I was in fact overwhelmed by the selections that were available. And I think for the first time in my entire life I had to ask for them to get me a smaller size to try on.

I could have spent a small fortune on clothes but instead I refrained and just got my outfit for tonight, and for another day a pair of jeans (size 18 WTF?!?!) and a nice top to go with the jeans. How did I end up selecting what to buy? My friend picked it for me with the except of the top, we agreed on the style and size but disagreed on the colour and pattern. I really am so bloody clueless on how to dress for my shape. I really have a warped perception of how I look. While I was cringing on how I looked, my friend, the staff and even random strangers in the change rooms were full of compliments and praise of how great I looked!

One day I’m hoping this brain will catch up with the program!!