He whispered to me that he thought that it would help me, I wanted to respond by poking him in the eye but I just smiled sweetly and considered lacing his meals with butter!
The scale was great today, I was 14st 9! (205 lbs) almost 3 stone heavier than my husband! (This is most of my reason for being cross at him dieting!) I am 0.4 of a pound away from my lightest. I met my friend Nicky and went shopping today, she also has a band but has only had it a few months so she is a little behind me, it's so nice to talk to someone in the same situation as I am. I tried on lots of clothes and saw myself in the mirror a lot and I thought that I looked ok, I want to loose more but I look ok, I bought some jeans in a UK 18 (US 14- love that!) that I could have done with them being a size smaller but they didn't have any and they are in a loose boyfriend crop style so I though a belt would be fine.
And today, suddenly, a little voice in my head thinks that I might well be able to do it, I might be able to loose more weight and actually get to my goal. I don't think that I've ever really felt confident about it before but I think that I probably do now.
Just watching Murray at Wimbledon, oh dear. Right now he is British, the minute he looses he becomes Scottish again, amazing hu?