The bloke came home at lunchtime with a large freshly baked crusty loaf and some very ripe camembert. I nearly cried. Genuninely. After perving over watching him eat some and sticking my nose into both bread and cheese, I went off an cooked my sad little lemon bar into lemon "cookies". It didn't make me feel much better. He had better eat it all by tomorrow. I know for a fact that cheese and bread are going to be my "trigger" foods. My big no-no. I can't see me ever getting to grips with it. Put me in front of a pizza or a plate of cheese sandwiches, and they will already be working their way down my gut. I have no sense of where to stop.
BUT going shopping for clothes yesterday sure did make me feel good. I am about 2 stone lighter than I was this time 2 months ago, and it shows. I'm no Kate or Keira (thank God), but I am able to ask for size 10 trousers/skirts in some shops. (N.B. Fat Face and Hobbs are very generously sized in the bottoms, but I find not as generously sized in the tops.) It is weird how I am small down below and big up top. I have a tummy, don't get me wrong, but small hips and bum. It makes buying things like pyjamas or dresses very difficult. I can be a size 10 below and an 18 up top. It's a wonder I don't keel over. My boobs have shrunk a bit, but thankfully not too much (so far.) Having had two kids and breastfed for a considerable time, I expect it to all head south sometime soon. My back size is down to 34 from 36, so now I'm a respectable 34 E. Jordan eat your heart out. I'll bet she doesn't perv over camembert. I suppose she has Peter Andre. He's cheesy enough.
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