P.S.

I don't have breast cancer. Negative resuLt for the 12th year running. That, at least, feels very, very good.

Bad day at work

Note to self: You are on your own. Don't expect others to share your pain. They would rather feel good. As would you. Dad is dead. You are not. You are not going to get help from him now. Forget about it.

How can I help myself?

Without stessing myself, how can I improve on what I've been doing this week? Number one, of course, is to tidy up the diet. A few undesirable food/drink items have entered my body. Not by being forced in, but by my own hand. How would I like to change? Breakfast choices are easy. Lunch starts the downfall. Dinner is great. Wine! Oh, wine! Why can't you leave me alone? I came into this world without you. My best moments have been without you. So, why do you call me so often? I want to break up with you. Let's just be friends. That don't see each other often. OK? Good. Then there's exercise. Let's just call it "energise" and "way to get warm" (it is winter). Right, that should do for now.

The honest look

Now is the time to be true. I have never, ever knowingly posted unflattering photos of myself. This is an indication of my commitment to change. I will not look like this one month from now. Believe!



My measurements:

Weight:  72.2kg

Bust:      95cm

Waist:    92cm

Hips:    105cm

Upper thigh:   55.5cm

Lower thigh:   45.5cm

Upper arm:     31cm

Let the fun begin/continue.....

The beginning of the end

I care about living, but you wouldn't know it to look at my sadly flabby body. Several years of neglect, too many bottles of wine, a tonne of chocolate, bread (and butter, of course) galore..... what have I done??

Today, I've answered the siren call of fitness and fat loss. Dax Moy has generously offered to help a whole pile of people to Change Their Ways under his instruction. Yes, I know I've tried before, but this time It's Different. I've read more deeply about this low-carb/paleoish style of eating, and it makes a whole tonne of sense. One time I even lasted three weeks - yes, even without wine - and I couldn't stop stroking my face because it felt so smooth. I don't risk that now - could lacerate my fingers.

Come join me, and several hundred others, on the journey. See you through to the End.