Well, the weigh in this morning was a bit of a surprise. After the wine and curry yesterday I’d expected a gain, at best a stayed the same. What I actually got was two whole pounds off? Eleven stone seven. So much better than I could have ever hoped, at this rate I could even get into the tens by Christmas. Perhaps this is a catch up week, all that walking in Barcelona paying off, just a little delayed.
Whatever it is I’ll take it with bells on because, frankly, I never truly believed I could get this far. Every item of clothing I have is loose. There will be money coming in soon and I think I feel a shopping trip coming on. After all a girl’s got to have new clothes for a new job.