@AlicesMum2025 Please don't feel like you can't post if you get behind on the thread, it gets busy at times. I work from home so I keep an eye on the thread whilst waiting for various other things to load, cough to life etc, but I often forget to post my replies to things out loud.
@MyScaredCat Sorry to hear about the gallstones but am pleased it's nothing more sinister, hope you get sorted quickly. I'm so pleased you've hit target too. Please tell us some of the lovely outfits you're wearing!
2 little NSVs this week: I'm managing to get myself into the bath every day, instead of every 4 days as it was at my heaviest. I don't like feeling remotely grubby but I just couldn't deal with <gestures at whole self in a Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon way> all of me. I can comfortably exfoliate my legs in the bath where previously I had to bend to try to around my stomach. I feel ashamed by that but I need to get past that - just as food as no moral value, neither does weight. Easier said than thought.
Every day I get in the bath (the bathtub at the new house is really quite narrow, too) and it's nice. No pain or discomfort, no shame.
Started a claim on my private health insurance through work to get my knee operated on - seeing a consultant at a private hospital on Friday. V nervous. Bit worried I'll walk into the no doubt glossy and beautifully scented foyer and be greeted by a receptionist with immaculate teeth and brand new skin and they'll recoil in horror and chuck me out into the street. It's Booths all over again.
Do people that are outwardly gleaming and perfectly coiffed feel that way, or do we all secretly feel like urchins?