Kiki's Diet Diary

You should have seen me in the Bijenkorf, like a crazy hyena hopping around the women's department. Should I try that on? Or that one? Ooh, THAT one is beautiful! You would have laughed your head off at that satisfaction smirk on my face. There's nothing more fun than buying new clothes. Especially when those clothes are two sizes smaller than, let's say, nine weeks ago. Yes. Guys. I. Have. Weighed. Again. And. I. Am. Now. Eight. Point. Five. Kilos. Heavier. Kiki. Fat. Lost.

Yeeha!

And yes, here I come again with the age-old comparison: try wearing a backpack with 8.5 packs of milk on your back. That's quite a bit of extra ballast, huh, to get through the day. That's what I thought. The stupid thing is that I still don't feel like a size 36 at all. I usually walk into the fitting room with an ‘M’ or ‘38’, after which I can just walk back three minutes later for a smaller size. Besides, I suddenly feel an intense shopping urge. I want to grab and snatch everything I can find like a foaming magpie. Quite nice.

Well, a bit less nice for the bank account, by the way, because besides pants (seriously needed), lingerie (seriously needed 2.0 because ‘half-empty’ bras haha) is also on the list. And I haven't even mentioned the skirts that are swaying around my waist and the bikinis that I can give away. Or save for a walrus moment 2.0... Although I promised myself never to get to that point again, unless I get pregnant and my boobs celebrate their heyday.

Anyway. Is it all one big happy bubble? Not entirely. From a sports perspective, this week was a bit less. I was tired. I had more muscle pain than ever that just wouldn't seem to go away and I just didn't have any more in me. Not so strange according to my trainer Steve. The dead point was approaching. It was our task to anticipate it. After a long weekend of rest and reviewing my eating schedule together (yes, I suddenly got to eat more calories, hooray, hang out the flag) I can tackle it again this week.

It wasn't just a matter of my body being done, but also proving that I could do it. And suddenly there's the realization. I'm three-quarters up that mountain. Sometimes I don't even realize it, but I can run outside for an hour without dying on the spot. I can lift a 28-kilo kettlebell without hurting my back. Three weeks left on the clock and after 12 weeks I can put a successful checkmark behind Project Fitgirl. Will I maintain this lifestyle longer? Absolutely. Losing weight isn't that hard, I've done that as a yo-yo dieter before. Finding love for moving, cooking, and eating fresh is new. And that might just be the biggest gain made in the past weeks.

As we speak, I'm scrolling through my phone and looking at photos from nine weeks ago. That's right. That's how I looked at first. Fuller arms, legs, cheeks; the whole shebang. And yet I was quite satisfied with myself for a long time, you know. I do like women with curves. But you can also have curves without falling into the ‘overweight’ category, and that's the body I'm now proudly looking at in the mirror. Yes, Mount Everest, here I fucking come. Just a little more climbing... And then enjoy the view.

WITH PIZZA. And a good glass of white. Amen.