I have joked over the years that I liked my pregnant shape so much I've hung onto it! Pre-surgery a few years ago I shed the pounds and then following some, let's call them "life events", I lived on gin and chocolate for a while..... not the best nutritional value, but great for the soul!
I can see the sea from my house, I don't feel that obliterating the sun when I hit the beach later in the year with a larger than necessary posterior would be good for the tourist trade. What do I do? Who do I see? Who do I call? Fat busters....
Some people give up chocolate, fizzy drinks and icecream for Lent - I gave up procrastination!
Picking up the phone gingerly, I spoke to the "consultant" - encouraged, as she promised there would be no public humiliation or stoning, I grasped the metaphorical nettle (which apparently is full of iron and no calories!) Last week I edged through the door into a room full of every dress size imaginable and to my suprise the atmosphere was buzzing with enthusiasm; I headed for the scales..... to my suprise - and shear delight - they didn't break!
To protect their anonimity my weigh-ins will remain private and personal, however, I am thrilled to report that today, several packets of butter less than I was last week, I will continue my journey.
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