So I went shopping today, feeling so good because I've lost quite a bit, walking better, because I've been doing so much walking that my hips are a lot looser, in my make up and that nice mustard shirt, and a new fleece rather than the old dog-walking one, and looking good in my head. Yes, I know how much more I have to lose.
All was fine. Bought a bed of a cute salesman, then went food shopping.
At the checkout the girl asked if I watched 'Britain's got talent'. (eww no, I hate reality tv)
Oh, she said. There's a Scottish woman on there, you look just like her.
Now that wouldn't have even registered, had I not caught a bit of the national news this morning, where they were talking about this lady who apparently has a marvellous voice but the critics want to have a makeover, and one guy is standing up and saying, leave her alone.
So of course, I had to come home and look. Chickies, I don't know what she's like most of the time and I mean no disrespect -
Sigh sigh sigh. A signal to keep going.



and know that you don't look like that!
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