to put up a weight loss goal, as there are more important things in life, but the sad fact is that since I moved in with K I’ve put on 5 kilos!! I can’t put on 5 kilos every six months – that’s almost two stone a year!
So I suppose this goal is about paying more attention to what (and when) I eat – K’s a bugger for late night chocolate – and not just eating everything that he does. He is a man, after all, and we always joke about him having some sort of tapeworm inside him because he could eat for hours and hours at a time and never put on weight. So I need to go back to eating the same servings as I did when I lived alone, which were probably about 30% smaller, now that I think about it!
And more exercise. Obviously, we can’t be having enough sex! I shall bring that up at the next family meeting!