Well, that answers that then…that’s how I attach a photo. Yey, go me.
I feel wistful when I look at this picture…I spent hours in that spot, contemplating life, love, all the usual stuff. I was full of optimism. My job was coming to an end but I knew I’d be ok so I wasn’t too worried. I’d just met a new bloke and was in that lovely heady place of being constantly giddy (he didn’t work out, they never do but lets not even get started down that particular road) and I was away with my best friend.
Best of all, I was slim!! I’d just spent 8 months or more on a drastic VLC liquid diet and I’d dropped around 8 stones. I felt like a million dollars. This time – that time – I was going to keep the weight off…no doubt about it. I did too, for around a year…sadly I’ve spent the last 7 years putting it all back on again, and then some. Once my finger finds the ‘self destruct’ button, it’s over.
Today, those skinny knees are in here somewhere (admire if you will the square kneecaps…they’re an object of beauty don’t you think?) but they’re buried under layers of dimpled lumpy topsoil and currently sitting above chunky middle-aged cankles. I’m one week into my quest to find them again.
It’s probably the tenth or so such attempt since I returned to the ranks of being a fat knacker but you know what…this time, eh? I’m just back from another holiday and I could weep at the difference between me now, and me then. More of that later…for now, think positive. Baby steps, but still…steps are steps, one leads to another and this week at least they’ve all been in the right direction.
