Hello, hello, just checking in to read the 7,000 or so new messages on this thread since last night. You lot are very.......prolific.
Well, ladies, I have had a rocket up my backside all day - went for a run, then spent 5 hours cleaning the house from top to bottom. Got to be worth a glass or six two of Pinot Grigio later.
Thinking about that "trigger" which finally made me lose the lard - I can pinpoint it exactly. Like many of you, my excess lardage crept on gradually, but I was always in complete and utter denial, until DH spied me doing the gardening in a pair of shorts and a bikini top early last summer and went
. That tiny incident was all I needed as a wake-up call, and I realised I was really hating the muffin-top, the back-fat, and the fact that clothes never looked......right.
I also have a super-fit, super-young marathon-running mother, but I wasn't going to take it from her, was I? 