Some of you have been calling round here for ages now.
You may remember a decision. A target was set. A seemingly unrealistic, totally bonkers, good for a laugh type target. The start of a long process- one step forward, two back. I discovered that, once there had been initial success, motivation was lacking. And anyway, that target meant nothing. I can’t take much exercise. I like wine too much. I’m easily led astray.
Despite the pizza, wine and crisps, I discovered the joy of needing smaller clothes, and being able to buy garments in a previously impossible size. I persevered.
Many months later, and 42 lbs less, I reached the target today.
I did a little dance on the scales.
There is only one problem- I have to stick with it. That 42 lbs could be rediscovered very easily.