Having lost more inches from my waistline than I'd even known I possessed while walking, I am now making a vague attempt to keep them off.
No more cheese on toast. This morning I ate some of the boss's carrots – and none of her chocolate chip cookies.
And this lunchtime, instead of something involving chips or chocolate I'm on the celery salad and low fat yoghurt.
I may even start going to the gym again. Possibly. Don't want this thing to get out of hand.
I just like the fact I can now see my feet when I look downwards.