Actually getting a bit emotional about this one...silly girl.
On January 12th last year I flew out to California for a two week holiday. In cheap hostels and motels, but you know, it's better than wet n windy Britain, right?
I was a size 30. I have the photos to prove it (it's not time for posting them yet!)- me in Alcatraz looking fat, me on the beach in Santa Monica looking fat- even a sneaky one my OH took of me lying on the bed in a motel, huge fat bottom in whale-sized leggings. Ugh.
Almost exactly a year later, I am a size 20. Not just in easy-to-stretch dresses when I breathe in, but in jeans, and fitted trousers. I am ashamed to say I've not seen size 20 since my
teens.
The scale isn't being my friend at the moment, but weightlifting has just melted the inches off me. I really recommend it. Best of luck and happy new year to all. xxx