I'm going to admit now that WOW isn't the word I said, it was much more... colourful... and inappropriate to be posted online... Anyway, I posted yesterday about being stressed and don't know if I can cope with counting syns, and I've posted before asking how likely I would lose weight if I had a cheat day every week. Well, I'm posting today to say that I don't care if I have lots of uni work, and I don't care if I'd usually have a pizza on Friday night. I've finally had that defining moment. That moment the people in magazines talk about. That moment that makes you think WOW, I need to lose weight. I'm on my way out to celebrate a friend's birthday and was just getting ready. I'd planned on wearing this purple lacy dress but I put it on and it felt tight. I went to the mirror and I looked hideous. I looked okay in this dress a few weeks back (or I think I did, who the hell knows), how could this be?! I couldn't leave the house in it, it was so tight. It emphasised my big arms, my podgy stomach! My eyes filled with tears, literally. My boyfriend (who was looking really confused - he's always been skinny, he'll never quite understand) asked me if this was it, am I finally ready to start my journey properly. I asked him to take photos of me straight away. I set one of the photos as the wallpaper on my phone, took the dress off, and hung it on my door where I'll see it everyday. I am going to fit into that dress one day, and I'm going to look bloody gorgeous in it. Bring it on!