Despite having been pretty busy these last few weeks I've still managed to fit in some stalking time around belly
but decided not to do the tooth or back thing but did the feeding and illness thing. Where Belly and I differ is that I haven't weighed myself but I have bought some new clothes. I didn't buy as many new clothes as I would have liked partly because of my bank manager having some rather conservative notions about how much money one should have in their bank account before going off on a spend. The other reason that I didn't buy as many new clothes as I would have liked is because a lot of size 12s are too big but the size 10 is just a bit tight. This is from the person who struggled to get into anything in size 14 at Xmas. I am much slimmer and I am wearing a pair of rather fetching raspberry pink linen trousers in a size 10 – incidentally, that is a real size 10 rather than the pretend size 10s that some shops try to fool you with. Had I worn raspberry pink linen trousers in the past it would have been for a bet or in order to illustrate some article in a journal of psychology about the madness of the menopause or some such thing. My belly seems to have gone.
The best, and most entertaining comments came from my lovely niece who may need some development in the tact department but she meant well:
Niece: Auntie Pork, you've lost LOADS of weight haven't you?
Niece's Mum: I don't think LOADS dear.
Niece: Oh yeah, Mum – she's lost LOADS – she was really fat before.