Here I go

SO... you are now looking at my 'before' picture and my inspiration...

I've never been of model-like proportions, nor do I aspire to be size zero (or even an 8 or 10) BUT I saw myself in my lovely Coast dress for Emily and Paul's wedding and it screamed out to me "fat bird in flowery frock." It was not my finest moment!

I reaquainted myself with the bathroom scales - they didn't quite yell, "get off me," but I've a feeling they might have groaned loudly. Seriously!

Now, I know my lovely friends will be saying encouraging things, like, you're not that big, and I really do love and appreciate each one of you, but the scales never lie - unless they're faulty or there's someone pressing on the back of them unbeknown - and mine, well, let's say I've been doing a good job of keeping the issue under wraps, also known as self-kiddology.

I'm not telling you how much I weigh right now, only that it's too much. I want you all to see less of me in future, but more often, if that makes sense.

I've joined the ranks of WeightWatchers, weighed in, paid up and eaten a healthy breakfast and lunch so far. Spag Bol for tea tonight... Lord help me not to explode with the amount of food.

I'll be posting progress reports, be they good or bad, just remember... watch this space!