Greebo please let us know. Or just me if you ever figure out PM. 
Meanwhile, I’m having a bit of a wobble. While making a recipe from the IPD book I came across this page, from 11 years ago.
Granted, I’m not far off that now so I recognise things are going in the right direction, but that was my starting point, the weight and measurements that galvanised me into action because I was so miserable, yet though it worked beautifully I stopped after a short while and still I managed to gain another 52 pounds in the ensuing 8-9 years before finally having the nerve to join my first Bootcamp. (BIWI, I truly love you for your commitment to us all.
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While I am a fun and positive person (I am, ask anybody!), it is clear I’ve allowed childhood sexual abuse and subsequent, periodic, severe depression, some anxiety, and alcohol issues to prevent me from living the fullest life I can.
I am so much better than what I had become.
This post comes at a time when my husband and I are negotiating a separation (probably) and it is so painful to recognise my contribution to the deterioration of our relationship. (Don’t worry, it’s not just me, I am not taking the blame here.)
Things for me are so much better these past few years, coinciding with Bootcamp, and I don’t live in or allow myself to be shackled by the past anymore, but seeing this I couldn’t help mourning so much waste, so many opportunities to change, over the last 11 years.
Much strength to you all. Don’t be me. Make every day be a day of positive change, even if it’s only one thing at a time, one day at a time.