Something we are all guilty of is keeping old clothes at the back of our wardrobes for years, even decades
Of course, everyone does it for different reasons. Some do it in case Burberry style printed skirts from Internacionale come back onto the catwalk. Others are terrified to part with silk shirts which house shoulder pads that would make Joan Collins cringe, just in case their ever longed invite to the Dynasty set comes through the letterbox postmarked 1985.
Then there are people like me. Whose wardrobe at my childhood home plays homage to my formerly fat self. Or just now, my formerly fatter self. Size 24 coats and my sixth year prom dress which now sits perfectly around my ankles. As I’ve put on a bit of weight in my new job, a trip home was a perfect excuse to remind myself of just how far I’ve come in my body makeover. Unfortunately I didn’t account for the fact that I might just come across my lovely Topshop size 12 red winter coat which I got for Christmas two years ago. Ohhh, I immediately wondered if I could squeeze it into my suitcase to take back to Leeds. Now, the last time I tried this coat on it was too big and I had to wear a really thick scarf to make it look normal on me. But nothing prepared me for how tiny it was when I eventually got it on. And that was my eureka moment. I can’t keep being this ‘comfortable’ with my life, because if I’m not careful I’m going to turn back into the lifeless girl I used to be and I don’t want to be her anymore. Tomorrow, on the train back to Leeds, I’m going to devise a training and diet plan for the run up to Christmas.
I’ll post details and keep you updated. But for now, stay healthy and don’t give into the smell of Greggs sausage rolls.