Today I've eaten an exact amount of good food. I was just on my way into the kitchen to convince myself that an extra slice or two of new bread wouldn't hurt, when I passed the ironing basket: I've finally bottomed all the regular ironing, and plan to use this evening to give a final smooth to the clothes I'm taking on holiday in (ulp) 12 days. Actually, they do all fit me, how cool is that?
but they'd none of them shrivel if I got a few more ouces off. So - I didn't eat the bread and I think, finally, the 'I like the feeling of being in control more than I like eating what I want' has kicked in. About time!Once I've ironed these clothes, I'm going to hang and drape them on a tall clothes horse in the sitting room - I need to keep catching sight of them!
