My feet are a UK size 9. About 15 years ago when I was in my late 30s I bought a pair of shoes that fitted perfectly; they were the most comfortable footwear I had ever worn up to that point and so decided to go back to the shop to buy another pair. It was only then that I realised I had inadvertently purchased a pair of size 10 shoes. It made me appreciate that for the best part of 20 years of my adult life I had been wearing footwear that was one size too small. It probably explains why my toes look like a portion of TGI Friday’s curly fries. Now there’s a thought that would put you off your dinner.
Now let’s fast-forward to around six months ago. I bought myself a new shirt but while the hanger said it was a size “XL” when I got it home I discovered it had been displayed incorrectly in the store and the label was in fact, a size “XXL”.
I thought if I were to put it on, I’d be buried; it would be like wearing a duvet cover. For a laugh I decided to try it on; guess what, it was perfect, the most comfortable shirt I’d ever worn. I thought it was just one of those things, a manufacturing anomaly, but to test the theory and without admitting this to anybody else, I bought myself a cheap XXL T-shirt and, lo and behold, it was perfect.
Had I made a ‘wonderful’ discovery and could start wearing comfortable well-fitted clothes or had I made a ‘disastrous’ discovery by realising that the fault is not with the clothing manufacturers or my inability to make proper purchases but with the fact that my body had grown from an XL to an XXL? Over the last six months, I have, “accidentally-on-purpose”, bought a small number of XXL garments including a new winter coat.
I’m now in a dilemma. If for the sake of argument, I lose 20lbs in weight, then it’s fair to say that my new clothes will, in fact, start to look like duvet covers and I’ll be forced into going back to my old clothes. If I don’t lose the weight then while I will have new clothes, I will have failed my mission, and my old clothes will still be uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I do know the right answer to this question (lose the weight and buy some new XL-sized clothes), but as things aren’t going brilliantly, I think I was looking for any excuse to stop dieting.
So how did last week go? I have no explanation why but I did manage to lose 3 lbs. Two people have told me that my face looks a little thinner (which I took to be a compliment as they could have said “less fat”). Also for the first time in probably two years, the belt holding my trousers up needs to be fastened on its smallest setting, or they’ll lower themselves to the point where I’ll look like a ‘gangsta’ rapper, “you get me?”