I hope you won't think less of me...

...but there is actually less of me. Less than there was a month ago, when I started dieting with Jane.

A whole eight and a half imperial pounds less, to be exact. A fact that I'm quite inordinately proud of.

I've been wanting to lose weight generally for a while, but there's a difference between wanting and actually doing anything about it. The impending wedding (plus the fact that a lot of the skirts I'd bought a couple of years ago really weren't fitting any more) was enough of an impetus to really knuckle down and do something.

That "something" turned out to be visiting a weekly slimming group, complete with a jolly lady called Jean who tells us all creative uses for cottage cheese and how to make a pizza out of bran.

Don't laugh, it's working!

I even got my "half stone" sticker tonight, and a bag of fruit for being Slimmer of the Week. Yay me!

Jean says she wants us all to fit into our sexy little black cocktail dresses by Christmas, "except Simon and Pete of course, ahahahaha."

I dunno about Pete, but I might just surprise them all. ;-)