So, since moving house, I've lost weight. Brought on in part, no doubt, by having to get OFF my ass, and do stuff.
I keep catching sight of myself in mirrors (this house is filled with the wretched things) and admiring my new, stream-lined shape.
I feel so much better, and in my eyes, I look better. There is still a jiggle when I walk, but it's not so much like a tsunami threatening to knock me off my feet, and is now like a gentle reminder that I need to NOT have that second TimTam, and I should maybe take the dogs for a walk or do some gardening.
BUT... winter is coming. Let's see how I fare through 4 or 5 months of rain and cold and comfort food.