I don’t want to harp on about it, but that’s my weight in pounds right now. I think that’s 3 Oprah’s (my definition of about 40 pounds, which she wheeled out on a trolley a few years ago, before the cheesecake struck back).
Having calculated my BMI on the NHI website I’m a 25. Which is .1 off of being ‘normal weight’. This is a massive achievement for me – and my insane Dr. who actually gave me a piece of medically sponsored paper with my weight this time last year – and a couple of weeks ago.
Clearly I have lost another 6 pounds since then. So the new me versus the old me is causing some concern to friends who I haven’t seen for some time. I do not have the AIDS, nor Cancer – what I do have is someone in my life who is passionate about food (we watch more food television than anyone I know, by rights we should be the size of houses).
And as you’ll you may see from my Facebook page I have gone to the extent of creating a ‘food porn’ folder – into which I place pictures of the stupendously tasty meals that we are concocting.
When I say ‘we’ I actually mean KK – he does the science part and I’m the big chopper. So much so that I gave my chopping finger a blister just last week.
It’s been a tough couple of months (we will come onto that) and I think my body has retrenched into looking after itself – which is both welcomed and a welcome distraction.
I suppose what I’m saying is, when the chips are down – don’t eat them.
