I don't remember how long ago I started on this latest attempt to lose a few kilos, but I'm sticking with it, (sort of, there's been a lapse or three), and the weight is coming off.
Very slowly, to be truthful, but that was my plan.
I'm too old to be crash dieting, and I certainly don't want metres of empty skin hanging like drapes from my body.
So slow is the way to go and hopefully the skin will adjust and not look too baggy.
I stepped on the scales on Sunday morning and for the first time in a long, long time, the needle stopped below the 70kg mark.
It helps that summer fruits are now in the shops.
Yes, I know they have been in the shops for a while, but first pickings are usually a little too unripe (sour) for my taste. I always wait a couple of months and get the riper, therefore sweeter, second and third pickings.
Nectarines now are nicer than they were six weeks ago, when they were more like cricket balls. Rockmelons are juicier, and Australian cherries are now in Coles, rather than the Californian ones we had a while ago. They're smaller, but sweeter.
And instead of mixing one salad then having a separate plate of fruit for dessert, I mix the sliced fruit in with the lettuce and tomatoes, the cucumber and capsicum.
Add some sliced red onion, a little dressing and there it is.
Dinner and dessert on one plate.
But my tastebuds are still crying out for mashed potatoes.
Imagine how delighted they'll be when next winter rolls around.
No spontaneity until Sunday
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