Two great finds of the day: The diet book and Mr Smith's air miles. This means I can get thin and go the Caribbean. Wheehee.
I remember trying to start this diet some time ago when I actually bought the book but I got stuck on the first page which told you to have a final carbs bingeing day which I seem to have been doing for the past two years. It's now time to turn over the page and eat something less fattening. For some unknown reason, when my guard was down, I owned up to Mr Smith what I actually weigh. I think it's even more than him and he's dead porky and very tall. He's a kilos man and a I am a stones lady - lots of them- so it'a bit tricky to calculate. I like pounds because they diminish faster - kilos take for bloody ever.
On the holiday front, I am trying to persuade the Lovely Claudia to come with me and Mr Smith to stay at home. This could be fun. The dates are bit flexible as I am having an operation in February and will be too fat to go before then and too ill to go straight after. Maybe March. I will be very economical til then and not buy new clothes but work hard at squeezing into the micro size ones I already have.
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