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The skirt does not lie
Today I was helping to administer a Very Important Conference for Very Important People. (Down side: I had to be there at 7.30. Bright side: I got home at 3.30) I decided that it was important enough to merit me wearing a particularly smart skirt.
Trouble is, I couldn't fit into it.
I lost quite a bit of weight two years ago, by a not-too-stressful means. (I didn't eat food unless I really liked it. So I still ate cheese, pizza, bacon etc., but didn't bother eating potatoes with dinner. I didn't bother with the bread part of a sandwich, just the nice bit inside. Within a few weeks, people were commenting on the difference, but I was still eating as much mice stuff as before.)
I've been dimly aware that I've been Very Bad these last few months. I was fairly sure that I was putting on weight, but since I never weigh myself, and I wear those long, elasticated, ethnicy skirts, I could happily turn a blind eye.
But the skirt does not lie. *sigh*
Trouble is, I couldn't fit into it.
I lost quite a bit of weight two years ago, by a not-too-stressful means. (I didn't eat food unless I really liked it. So I still ate cheese, pizza, bacon etc., but didn't bother eating potatoes with dinner. I didn't bother with the bread part of a sandwich, just the nice bit inside. Within a few weeks, people were commenting on the difference, but I was still eating as much mice stuff as before.)
I've been dimly aware that I've been Very Bad these last few months. I was fairly sure that I was putting on weight, but since I never weigh myself, and I wear those long, elasticated, ethnicy skirts, I could happily turn a blind eye.
But the skirt does not lie. *sigh*