The party last night was loads of fun – caught up with heaps of old friends and got so many compliments I thought my head would explode! A few people didn’t recognise me and I had to tell them who I was. Everyone wanted to know what I was doing and how I’d lost weight. I guess if I’m going to get compliments, last night was the right place: hanging out with a bunch of old friends who haven’t seen me since I was at my biggest weight.
I ended up leaving just after 11.00 though – I’m too old for partying hard nowadays and I’m still getting over this damn cold, plus I felt like I’d talked to everyone I wanted to talk to and the night wasn’t going to get any better so no point in hanging around.
I had quite a few glasses of champs but am not feeling too bad for it. Had some carbs and a heap of water when I got home so that helped. No photos – but a friend took some and said she’d email them to me.
It’s weird, getting so many comments and compliments. Nice but a few minutes after you meet someone you haven’t seen in years, you move on talking about other things and catching up. It’s like after that initial impression, it doesn’t really matter what you look like. I don’t know if I’m explaining what I mean well but it really reinforced the idea that I’m doing this for me and not for anyone else’s approval or opinion of me. What matters is the feeling I get when I achieve my goals.
Sure it’s great to turn up at a party … or wedding or other big event… looking fabulous and knowing you are at your best, as well as looking MUCH younger than your old friends (btw. I used a Renew face lift mask, a cheapie from Priceline, before I left and it worked a treat at reducing those lines on the face) but at the end of the night, you have to go home and keep going with it all.
Compliments are nice but really they are the icing on the cake, not the cake itself.