For a moment I considered pretending it wasn't me, but let's face it, I'm a truth compulsive. JC responded with a look in his eyes which seemed to say "is our money going down the drain again?".
"Don't worry" I said "If it's no good at least I can eat the book - I'll cut it up of course, and only permit myself to eat one page a day..."
There's no escaping it, I keep getting fatter - getting as in present continual. I have already accepted that I have got a little plump as I made my way up from a size 10 to a size 16, but it doesn't stop there. Where does it stop?
I've been thinking about tricking myself into some kind of fat reduction programme for at least 5 years, but have finally taken the decision for the following 2 reasons:
- friend P did a dubious French diet where she eats nothing but protein and veg and claims she has never felt better and can fit into old skirts, and frankly readers, I considered her a bit scrawny to begin with...
- ...and then another friend H told me she was going to celebrate 15 years of marriage and her husband's 50th birthday by wearing her wedding dress. JC and I have just celebrated 15 years of marriage, I was 5 months pregnant at the time, but bouncer in split seam floor length silk crepe is not a look I'm going for...
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The book has arrived. It is rather large. I am carrying around in my rucksack. I am hoping this can be considered as pre-diet weight training as I have not yet plucked up the courage to start the diet.
Success, no,I haven't yet been able to open the book.
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