And the Slimmer of the week is....

Me!

I think it may have been a fix or just a big incentive to make me stay to class next week. I should also have been teacher's pet. It was a taster session and I had taken meringue nests with fat free yogurt topping and berries - yum! I listened avidly to everyone's comments, I laughed at the risqué jokes and jotted down ideas for recipes. I tried to leave early but was told to stay put as the "surprise" announcement was made. Everyone else had their hands full as they were selecting food stuffs to sample, but they managed a round of hearty applause and I ended up with a carrier bag full of fruit to bring home and a lovely warm glow.

So bring on the next week, I am not frightened of bank holiday weekend picnics or family meals. Everyone will be eating recipes from my plan and as they are generally really tasty and good for you, I don't think they will complain.

I lost 21/2 lbs since last Tuesday and I only started concentrating on Saturday. If I do that every week before the summer holidays I would be nearly two stone lighter. That would look nice on my holiday photos.

This journal may seem banal, you may wonder why I can't just jolly well pull my socks up and stop eating rubbish. Well I have reasoned thusly too and I have tried it and I have failed again and again and again. So I am sticking to THE PLAN.  I have three little girls who I'd like to see grow into healthy, happy women with families of their own( if that's what they want) I want to argue with them when they are teenagers because they steal my clothes, I want to be able to run around the beach or the park with them and I want to show them that not all the women in our family give up at forty and turn into stout old ladies who complain about their back and their ankles. I never want to speak to them about calories and grams of fat. I do not want them to grow up with a mother who is ALWAYS on a diet. This is not a diet, this is a plan, a plan to get the life I want to have. I do not want to be skinny, I am a buxom, country lass and I like my curves, but I'd like them more 1950s hour glass and not quite so Beryl Cook