The end is in sight! Of course, everyone always talks about how weight loss is likely to slow near the end, but I'm a bit ahead of my target line anyway (you can see my weight graph if you click on the signature link), and by now I'm so thrilled about my weight that I don't really care if it takes a bit longer to get there. I'm getting into clothes I haven't worn in years; I've gone from UK 12 trousers to UK 8 (at least in the style of cords I always wear); I've gone from being shy of full-length mirrors to happily looking at myself, even the back view; my collarbones are making a nice reappearance; and less usefully, I now have to use a yoga mat for stretching out on the floor because I no longer have enough padding over my coccyx to get away with lying on the rug alone. I've also just had a nice whoosh after several weeks of very little movement on the scale, so I'm dead chuffed about that too.
In less happy news, I was excitedly trying on old evening dresses to wear for my partner's mother's wedding, and looking at shoes and scarves and such, but we've realised that I really am too ill to go, considering the travel and that the hotel has stairs up to the bedrooms. We're thinking of trying to snag my partner's mother and her fiancé and going out for a meal at a nice restaurant, so that we get to see them and make an occasion of it (and I get to dress up a bit!), but still, waaah.