That's it! I'm going to do it. I'm going to throw out ALL my size 20 clothes today.
Inner Bitch: Ooohh, do you really think that's such a good idea, Tubs?
Me: What do you mean? I've no intention of losing all this weight to put it all back on again. That's the whole point of the blog for a start. I have said it's my LAST EVER weight loss mission, and I kinda like to think I'm a woman of my word!
IB: Yeah, not saying you don't believe you'll do it, but what does that have to do with reality? You're a big girl, you like eating a lot, why can't you just accept your porcine destiny?"
Me: Destiny? Are you kidding? I wasn't always a big girl. One upon a time I even got a bit too thin. Anyway, why am I even talking to you? You're just a miserable voice in my head. I told you to take a hike 3 weeks ago, so hop it!
IB (skulking back into the wardrobe): Fine, but don't come crawling to me next year when you've nothing to wear!
Me: Right, where was I? OK, better make two piles. Some stuff's ok for the charity shop, and the rest should go in the bin. No, wait, this is a big deal, this is farewell size 20 forever! Binning just seems like such an anti-climax.
Inner Goddess: Nothing says forever like a bonfire!
Me: Oooh, I'm liking your thinking, girlfriend. Let's go!
Don't worry, Edinburgh, there will be no drumming, wooping or naked cavorting to lower the tone.
See you Monday!
