Slinky Katie fashion, Curvaceous Katie fashion and is it Ever OK to Wear Denim Hot Pants?

The training got underway for our Moonwalk on Saturday. Well actually I unofficially started on Friday, because for reasons only known to my thighs, I decided a Friday night trip to the gym was just what I needed to clear my head. It turned out an hour of cycling, cross training and weights was just what I needed, particularly when this little gem popped up on my ipod.

Over the weekend, Lucy and I managed to walk about 8 miles in total, so I don’t think that was too shabby a start. We’ve also planned lots of places we want to go, so if anyone has any suggestions for suitable dog walks in and around Nottinghamshire let me know!

Me and Lucy on our first training walk

  Despite an initial hiccup yesterday, where Cyril decided he wasn’t going to come in and made me late. Apparently when I’m in a rush playing chase around the garden is FAR more fun. Still, as I was wearing my pedometer, it did earn me a bonus point, so I can’t get too angry. I eventually made did make it to weigh in last night and was delighted to have lost half a pound. Work commitments has kept me away, but I have tracked, I just know I need the discipline / fear (you choose) of being weighed every week. Still I’ll take that and party (in a low fat manner obviously)

 One of the things I love about becoming slinkier (however slowly it seems to be happening) is getting in clothes I haven’t been able to wear for ages or I struggled to squish my boobs into. In the last couple of weeks alone, I can now get into a pair of knee high boots I’ve never been able to wear because my calves were too fat, I can zip up a winter coat I couldn’t do up last year and a lot of my winter jumpers have gone from tight to some kind of off the shoulder numbers because they’re now too big.

   Whatever my size, I’ve always tried to dress accordingly. Although I remember being a size 10 and still thinking I should cover my legs up because they were horrible, whereas now, if I had those legs I’d have them out all the time!

  I try and live by 2 fashion rules;

1)     Choosing a bigger size that you feel good in, is better than wearing something you “think” is your size, but makes you feel really self-conscious.

2)     Just because they make it in your size doesn’t mean you have to wear it.

It’s point number 2 that really sticks with me, particularly as during a shopping trip last week I discovered if I was so inclined, I could buy a pair of denim hotpants in my size.

 In my head I have a “Slinky Katie” fashion and a more “curvaceous fashion sense” Slinky Katie will be forever in skinny jeans, dresses and on the beach will show off in a bikini (preferably the strawberry one I’ve never been able to fit in, but keep in my cupboard) Curvaceous Katie, covers up a bit more, opting for bootcut jeans and slightly longer tops to cover my muffin top and belly. I try and make sure I go for fitted things because hiding under huge tents of dresses and tops ultimately only makes you look bigger and who wants that?

  I'm not sure I could ever be tempted into a pair of denim hot pants, because whatever my size I reckon I'd always be far too self-conscious. Over the years I've heard all kinds of insults about my size, even when I've been a lot smaller than I am now. For ages I didn't want to wear anything in bright colours that might draw attention to me. In my last job I wore a lot of black in a bid to hide away. I did once go into work wearing a pair of grey trousers and everyone reacted like I'd walked in with shit on my face, so I went back to wearing black! 

  We've all seen someone walking down the street, which has left very little to the imagination and had a little snigger at their expense. I remember seeing a girl who was probably about a size 16, she'd had a really bad fake tan and was wearing hot pants and a crop top. Sadly the fake tan had rubbed off in between her thighs so she had this bright white "V-shape" at the top of her legs and the outfit just didn't suit her. The reality was she wasn't fat and in a different outfit (and a better tan) she could have looked a million dollars.

    I think people should be able to wear what they want, but I think knowing whether you're comfortable in it is a different matter. I say sort your wardrobe out, put the things you never want to wear again that wont fit in a charity bag and put those items that make you feel good at the front!

Challenge Accepted!

Apologies for the lack of blog last week, I haven’t given up, put on huge amounts of weight or gone into general hiding, I’ve just been busy with work and when you work for yourself, you quickly realise that’s a good thing!

  Our Weight Watchers leader always talks about how many balls we all have to juggle, whether it’s work, family, feeling ill and just the general tasks we have to do in our day to day lives,  at some point we will put a ball down to alleviate the pressure and normally that’s the dieting ball. So despite the fact there’ve been a few 5am alarm calls and late finishes, I have desperately tried to keep that ball firmly in the air (I’m starting to feel I’m writing a circus piece, but you get my point) The only thing I have had to sacrifice the last couple of weeks is the actual weigh in, but apart from 1 day, I have tracked and stuck to my diet and even squeezed in my weekly game of badminton. Debs and I think the over 50’s may let us play with them soon, although we’re both rubbish at remembering what the actual score is!

  Lucy and I decided that although we are still very much focused on our Slinky mission, we’ve lost a little bit of focus and are starting to get a little disillusioned that it’s not as quick as we might have liked, so we decided we needed a bit of a challenge.  So we decided we should do something for charity, so we’ve signed up for this;

Hello Katie and Lucy this email confirms your places in The MoonWalk London 2014! 

 It doesn't mean we'll be learning how to do this.

  

But, on 10^th May 2014,  Lucy and I will be walking 26 miles to raise money for breast cancer. It’s the Full Moon walk, which in my childish brain makes me giggle because I imagine we’ll be mooning people at various places along the route (we wont) There is the option to do the half moon (*sniggers childishly again*) but we thought in for a penny and all that, so went for the Full Moon (*more sniggers* I actually need to grow up!)

  We have both had family members and friends affected by cancer and sadly I think it’s rare these days if you haven’t. Although this walk is for breast cancer, Lucy and I want to do in the honour of all the people we know / have been lucky enough to know who have suffered.

  It also means some serious training, which although the website says 12 weeks should be enough, I reckon I’ll need a bit longer to get myself in a good enough physical shape to walk 26 miles without having to stop halfway round for a mini meltdown.

  On Saturday the training begins, and hopefully as I can feel my body getting fitter and my thighs getting thinner, so there's no more "chub rub", the slight feeling of panic I get when I think about what we’re about to attempt will subside and I’ll just be able to focus on our fundraising target.

We are in the process of setting up a fundraising page, but for now it’s time to find a comfy pair of trainers!