Nothing Fits!

For the past couple of weeks I have been noticing that my tops are starting to ride high over my bump, my pj’s may as well not be there with how little of me is covered in a morning after rolling around all night and even the couple of pairs of pregnancy leggings that I had are starting to annoy me. It was finally time for me to get over it and shop.

The problem is that I despise shopping for myself, send me out to get clothes for Soph/Baz or gifts for people and I’m fine but if I have to get myself something I find myself in a foul mood by the end of the day. I hate physically going into shops – I’ve never really enjoyed this as I’m on the bigger side and struggle to find clothing to fit that looks like anything other than a coloured potato sack. The bonus with being on the larger side however, is that most shops are no good for me so it cuts the options and time that I have to spend searching through the racks down to a more manageable amount.

The other reason that I hate shopping in town is that I can’t stand rude people and there always seems to be an abundance of them when you’re out shopping. The ones that irk me the most are the people who barge into you because they just aren’t looking (or don’t care) where they are going, the one’s who push/stand directly in front of you when you’re looking at something on a rack or you’re stood in a queue and the ones who purposefully blow smoke at you and your kid. I’m an ex-smoker myself and I don’t mind when people smoke but DON’T BLOW IT AT ME AND MY CHILD! Turn your head away, it’s not hard to do!

I’m also not a huge fan of shopping because I begrudge spending money on myself. I am lucky enough to have an insanely supportive husband who was, and is happy for me to be a stay at home mum. I find this to be a total luxury as I have been able to watch and help my daughter grow into an amazing little person and I feel incredibly lucky to have been able to be in this position – I owe my hubby the world for the life that he provides us with.

However, as I am a SAHM, I don’t have an income of my own to contribute to any of the bills etc and I get an allowance from the hubby on a monthly basis – which I go through stages of feeling very guilty about. Baz tells me that this is my money and that I can spend it on whatever I like as long as the house contains food and the gas meter is topped up, but other than buying a new £4 book for my Kindle on release day, I don’t tend to spend it on me at all. If I spend anything it will be on a trip out to the cinema for us as a couple, (I know that I benefit from this too but it’s not just for me if you get me?) a take-out treat for the family, or some new clothes for Soph.

This month though, I decided that I actually needed to buy some tops so I hit up New Look online and bought four new maternity vest tops (very basic but they should help see me through to the end of this pregnancy which is all I’m bothered about really) which came to a total of £29.95 including delivery. I don’t feel that this was too bad at all and the only reason I didn’t go into town myself was because our local store doesn’t stock maternity wear – the delivery fee is much cheaper than the train ride into the city so all-in-all I’m quite chuffed with myself.

After trying them on when they were delivered today I found that I really quite like all four tops. The black scoop neck vest is just a simple wardrobe staple for me and the yellow looked more of a darker mustard colour in person which I actually prefer. I like the way the top hangs off my bump with the grey swing vest and the red marl is my favourite of the lot. This seems to be my colour!

So yeah, I’m pretty happy right now which is rare for me when clothing shopping is involved! Everything fits, it all looks how I’d hoped and my ever-growing bump is now nicely tucked away.

Do you enjoy shopping or have you delayed it as much as possible? Have you snagged yourself any decent bargains?

Have a good one,

Deb xox

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The Best Way to Weigh?

I’ve seen people handle weighing-in in a few of different ways. Some people seem to only weigh weekly, some seem to have a routine where they will only weigh in at groups meetings for their slimming groups and others seem to weigh-in daily.

So, how should I weigh in? I don’t like the idea of slimming groups as I’m not a fan of the idea of weighing-in in front of people face to face. I’m actually incredibly shy and awkward around people who I don’t know (and even those that I do!) and I’m also not keen on spending membership fees on something like that as I am currently a stay at home mum and hate the idea of my hubby paying for something like that for me, even though I know that he gladly would.

That leaves me with weekly and daily weigh-in’s.

I like the idea of weekly as I guess that I don’t feel as pressured during the week but then at the same time daily appeals to me as I can see how each day has affected me and my weight, and I can see where I go wrong or do better.

So is there a correct way to weigh? What do you do?

I’m currently going with the daily until I’m told to do differently I guess, and today I weighed in at 233.4 lbs which gave me a loss of 2.8 lbs from yesterday. I find this to be an amazing number as I’ve not normally lost that much in a week when I have dieted in the past. I’m not expecting that number to really increase over the week but I’m dreading it going down. I really want the work that I put in to show so that I can feel excited about my progress and want to keep at it.

I know that it’s my food choices and portion sizes that have gotten me to where I am right now and because of it I’m feeling hungry. I’ve gone from a whopping plate of food to a measured and portioned out meal but I’m also finding that, even though I’m calorie counting, I’m able to have the odd treat and still come in under my calorie allowance. I know that some people will think that I should just cut all of the crap from my diet or that I should only drink kale and spinach smoothies, but I know for a fact that if I don’t allow myself the little treats here and there (today it was two Oreo biscuits and a piece of toffee) that I will fall off of the wagon before it’s even really started rolling.

Well I guess that’s all I have to say for now, I’m looking forward to seeing where these changes take me.

Until next time,

Deb