The bitter: it’s not been a good weight loss week. My scale says I’m up by an amount that I doubt I’ll shift entirely over the weekend. The reason? Booze. I went out drinking on thursday and friday.
The sweet: I went out drinking on thusday and friday! On friday I went to a geek conference (http://www.phpconference.co.uk), which was¬†preceded¬†by late night socialising. The event is organised by the local usergroup and is “world class” but essentially put on by amateurs for the benefit of the PHP community. A few years ago I was living in London and became a part of that scene, making friends and enjoying the geekiness; I helped out at the 2008 conference and played a part in chairing a debate. Go me!¬†I “was a speaker” at an industry conference.¬†I really enjoyed that time, but my weight pretty much killed it off. It’s one thing being the sweaty fat guy sitting in the corner, but ¬†another when you’re standing on stage with all eyes on you. Since then I’ve retreated into my shell, avoiding the events and generally disappearing off the map for 2 years.
My plan was to buy some new clothes with I hit 100lb lost, but a trip to London and this event brought that forward a little. If any fat person needs a quick (de)motivation boost they should just go shopping for clothes: I’d forgotten how depressing it is. To cut that story short, I eventually found a pair of jeans and shirt that were just about comfortable; that’s a win in itself because I’ve not worn jeans for… 10 years? Unfortunately, or perhaps it was masterful¬†salesmanship, the only jeans that fitted well were a pair from Ralph Lauren. Great: not only do “big stores” rape you on the price just because they can, I’ve now got to pay designer premium too! Whilst they are a little on the tight side, I’ve got a feeling I’m going to get my money’s worth out of them.¬†(For the record, I’ve dropped 6-8 inches on my waist, and knocked an “X” off my top size, woot!).
So, wearing my new gear I hit the social event and partied like a rockstar! The next day was rough, but I felt like I was home. I caught up with my old friends and colleagues and just had a great day. There were a few “You’re looking really well” comments, and one “Wow! You’ve lost weight, like big time!” from a former boss. I also got a massive confidence boost from people asking me “So, are you speaking this year?”, and some explicit encouragement from others, telling me that I should be submitting proposals. That made me feel good.
The day finished off by watching the rugby with a couple of my best mates. As men, we talk about sports, women and man stuff; not feelings or makeup or our bodies. At Christmas the only weight comments I got were from my girlfriends (and even then subtly disguised), but yesterday my buddy looked me up and down and nervously asked me, “So, urm, have you joined a gym or something?”. A big grin crept across my face, I must really be losing weight if men are noticing :).¬†I reckon it’s the new jeans.
I’m preparing myself and you for a gain on Monday but it was¬†totally worth it.