Size 10 by teatime

Another happy family evening. There is heavy snoring coming from the living room. Might be Hubby, but more likely Dawg. Awww there he is laying on the rug, legs akimbo, dribbling and chasing rabbits in his sleep. Bless him. Still, the dog is sleeping peacefully on his bed, so we must be thankful for small mercies. Happy days...............

Right then. Just back from Fat Fighters and I put on a pound. How did that happen? I haven’t done anything different this week. Well apart from lay prostrate on the sofa for two days and eat junk , while watching the Biggest Loser on DVD. I know, it’s a contradiction in terms. Maybe I was hoping that I would lose weight by osmosis. I didn’t. What I find most unfair about the whole thing is that I weighed myself before I went (yeah I know, why waste my money), it’s a bit like having a cleaner and tidying up before she gets here, but I used to do that too, when I could afford one. Nowadays, I just wade thigh deep in clutter and lose things. My mind mostly. The sting in the tail is that I weighed myself when I got home too (oh have a word!) and that pound had disappeared. So clearly, someone somewhere is conspiring against me. Perhaps it’s the elves in the skirting board, or the bats in my belfry. I think I’ll have a bun. I need something to eat with my medication……….