a start

So Project "Reclaiming Myself" has got off to a snail's pace start.  Turns out that life is not like a film or sitcom and isn't a series of montage shots of me jogging, smiling over a supper of green leaves and air and watching the scales register ever lower to a background of "Don't Stop Believing".  Apprently I have to work for it.  I feel cheated...

Anyway, 2kg lost, although that has been due to being sick since Wednesday.  Proper unwell involving much worshipping at the porcelain altar, a visit from the emergency doctor and an injection in my posterior, among other glamourous scenes. 

And I have convinced / blackmailed some friends into joining me at a Zumb@ class after work once a week, starting in February.  More than a little nervous about that but it should be fun if nothing else.

So, with more work, the woman I was - or at least the post-babyloss version of her - could be making a reappearance this year :-)