Oh and.
I tried my jeans on again this morning in case it was a fluke that i could get into them yesterday.
Yup, they still go on and fastened up. Phew. ( if they hadn’t I would have told you it might be wind βΊοΈβΊοΈβΊοΈβΊοΈ)
Now I am aiming for the next size trousers down.
I fancy those trousers that fly at half mast… Pedal pushers or Capri pants. I may go from my usual black/dark burgundy to something crazy like…… Navy… No, no, wait…. How about khaki. Sorry but that is as loud as I can go at this stage.
Size 12 could be, no, I dare not say it out loud….. Okay, I will whisper only to you, sssshhhhhhh. Stone… Have I gone too far? Yup, I have gone giddy.
Food.
Didn’t want breakfast, I had at lunchtime, three ton of mushrooms with a knob of butter, dry fried egg, grilled bacon.
Evening meal, I am thinking cauliflower cheese, ….. Yes, I know I need to watch my calories…. Don’t fuss, I have my scales in the kitchen, using them all the time.
Funny you should ask about the bathroom scales, they are sulking upstairs. They know they did me a great wrong, frightening me, the way they did. I growl at them each time I go past them.
I am only pleasant to them when I weigh myself, see, I am a fine weather friend.
After admitting that, I bet they get their own back, I will have put on six or seven stones. You watch, they are slow but sure on cold revenge.
Just realised, I am taking about an appliance as if it were alive.
Move along, nothing to see here, the crazy woman is going out puddle bashing now.
Xxxxx
Love Lucia