Battle of the Bulge

It is Sunday night and my diet is starting in the morning. It is my birthday in a couple of weeks and I am trying to lose a few pounds. I have this thing about birthdays, where I think the year ahead will be better if I get off to a good start. A bit like 1 January (the less said about that the better).

I do have a target weight in mind, but sadly I have probably left it a little late to lose 10lbs in 17 days. So 7lbs is my goal. I know that if I can make it through the first few days then by later this week I should be less bloated, a couple of pounds lighter, and probably feeling a bit smug. Although in my case, pride comes before a biscuit.

My big incentive, one which I am hoping will tip the scales in my favour, is a trip to Paris in November. It is partly business, as I will be visiting several wholesale cosmetics customers while I am there, but mostly pleasure…we will be catching up with friends in a few favourite haunts like Stolly’s and Express Bar, and checking out the latest Parisien scene with our personal tour guide, my old beau Mark (aka Paris man). So all the better to look my best, oui?

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