Yes fat fans, I went to the weekly weigh in on Tuesday, but forgot to tell you all about it? Bet you're gutted right? ;)

So anyhow, I decided that if I had lost the 2lbs that would get me my 2.5 stones award, I'd stop to the meeting. Well I need the adoration, the applause and the constant reassurance. However, if I hadn't then I would come home coz my mate had got me roped into a craft fair on Saturday morning, so I'm up to my eyes in glitter, glue and sparkly bits. Well a girl has to earn money where she can right? (don't ask!)

So I approached the scales shedding items of clothing as I went, boots, coat, cardigan, even me specs. When I was down to my scivvies I stepped on. Oooh well done said elderly gent who does the weighing (he isn't a member, but he's lonely, so we indulge him) you've lost a pound. Are you staying. No, I said, it needed to be 2 to stay, so I'm off. I was waylaid by consultant on the way out. I swerved to avoid her, she swerved in my direction, I swerved again but her gravitational pull won in the end (she's the size of a planet).

Not staying tonight, she asked brightly. No, I said. Look I've lost a pound, I've paid 4.50 for the pleasure and I'm a busy woman. Oooh ok she said, WELL DONE!! Yeah Yeah I said and made a run for it.

So now, I am only 1lb away from losing 2.5 stones, and 3.5lbs away from target. Must keep focused, must keep focused. You see, I'm getting a bit lax. Dipping ginger nuts in my tea last Saturday and drinking 2.5 pints of Guinness on Sunday aren't really on the plan.

Getting to target is all very well and the first time I've achieved it in years. But keeping it off is entirely a different story...............