How'd I do that?

I had a really naughty week this week - a lot of socialising and not-too-good eating and yet I still managed to lose another half a kilo. Very strange but also very welcome. Maybe my metabolism has really kicked into gear. Along with the not so good eating I've also been busy - moving a lot, so maybe that is the up side. I must tell you about a funny experience I had last night.


Last night I was invited along to a dinner party. An all girl one. A friend of mine has been going to these dinner parties for a while now and wanted me to come along. Of course I said yes. Girl time in my house is far and few between, and to get together with a bunch of lively women and embrace 'sisterhood' as my friend loves to say was too irresistible to say no to. 


There were a couple of women that couldn't make it but those that did were so much fun. We gossiped and drank our way through several bottles of champagne and red wine and ate a really great dinner.


This is where the funny bit comes in. The dinner. You know sometimes you feel you have things in common with someone and its not just your background or any similarities of personality but it goes beyond that? This is what happened with our host (let's call her Lucy.) When it came time to come inside off the balcony for dinner because Lucy was serving dinner, I noticed she gave herself a really small portion. The woman next to her is Vietnamese and looks about 14 (she's 40 lol) and has the body of a teenage boy. Tiny. So she also got an even smaller serving. Then the other three of us received normal portions. I had a fleeting thought as Lucy was serving up, maybe I should tell her I won't be able to eat much but then someone said something, I got distracted and didn't mention it in the end. When we sat down,my heart sank at the size of my plate (you know that feeling, girls and guys? It's kind of an 'EEK' moment.) There was a lot of food. I picked away hoping the other girls wouldn't notice I was more pushing it around more than eating it - though I did manage to get a good bit down in the end. 


Then disaster. I was so busy talking that I ate just that little bit too much. I asked where the nearest toilet was and Lucy mentioned there was one right behind us (she lives in a beautiful two story apartment right on the beach) and I kind of gurgled.. "Is there one downstairs?'. I didn't want anyone hearing me PB'ing. One of the girls said with a laugh, 'Don't want us to hear you tinkle, huh?' and I just laughed and said, 'You don't know the half of it.' Didn't matter we were talking about two different things. I came back up a minute later (false alarm - food stayed where it was.. yay) and the woman who joked about the tinkle laughed, "Yeah, Lucy... (I changed her name because she now knows I have a blog and is likely to read it - all very mysterious lol) uses the downstairs one when she wants to vomit." 


That got our host a little flustered and she went, "Yeah, when I drink too much." and and we all laughed. I saw the girl who dropped her in go a bit red and a lightbulb went off in my head. Not a second later she followed with, "Actually, I don't vomit because of drink, but because of my band."


'HELLO!'.. I blurted out, "I have a band, too!" and that took us off in another whole direction with lots of questions from the other girls. Turns out, our host had been banded 8 years ago. 8 years? I haven't met anyone banded that long so it was great to pick her brain about what things will be like in the future. She said she's put back on a bit of weight but that she lost 40 kilos back then and has gained back about 10. I was a bit disturbed at this. The thought of putting any weight back on in the future terrifies me. I couldn't think of anything worse. But then she also did say that the amount of weight she originally lost was just too much, and she felt sick all the time and though she would like to lose around 5 to 7 kilos now she didn't mind too much. Losing 5 or 7 kilos is doable in her mind.


Thats when another thought hit me. After 8 years - well, lets say 7, she's still kept most of that weight off. Okay, she put on a quarter back but even she admitted she went overboard and lost too much to begin with. And lets face it.. having to lose 5 kilos now (which is around 12 pounds) is a heck of a lot less than the original 80 + she started at. So maybe putting on a few pounds over such a long time isn't such a heartbreak. Don't get me wrong. I don't want to do this. Once I lose this weight I am going to keep a close eye on myself. I don't ever want to fluctuate more than a couple of kilos. Ever! I just hope I can hold tight and follow through. 


Another thing about this lady and I in common? Through more conversation over wine (as if it would be anything else lol) we found out.. she's exactly one day older than me. She threw in a comment about turning 45 this year, I went... 'Hey me, too,' (listen to me lol I sound like I'm five. A big ol' copycat!) Then we compared the month and date of our birth and lo and behold, I'm the fifth of November and she is the fourth. Just call us 'The Bobbsy Twins.' lol. It was a really fun night and I can't wait for the next one in a months time. 


Before I go, girls look at my ticker - whoooo - I'm doing it! I'm doing it! (Complete this look with me doing the happy dance.) Only 3 and a bit kilos or eight pounds left to lose to goal. OMG!


Chow for now.
Cara xxx