Ooh, new thread!
Am making concerted effort to re-enter the zone after getting on the scales this morning and realising I am officially fatter than I was when I started.
I am NOT going to be fat on my holidays. I am not going to be the fair, fat and (nearly) forty year old English pink and white mum on a beach full of gorgeous lithe Frenchwomen.
And I am not going to be fat at Camp Bestival. I want to be able to fill my face in front of Hugh Fearnley Whatisface and have him thinking "where does she put it all?" not "Greedy fat bitch".
Had a final uberbiff last night at Japanese restaurant, necked some margaritas and said goodbye to my biffing days.
I now officially Eat Like A Thin Person.
So far today - a slice of toast and marmite.
Will have a sensible amount of Sunday lunch.
And I'm going to stop drinking wine in the week.
And this time I really mean it.