“Lean forward a bit”
“Ok. Any better?”
“Worse. Stand up straight” she says with a giggle
“I am, I am”. I lift my left leg and bend it in front of me. The reason was twofold; first to show the world that I can do that now and to see if it made a difference.
“Have you been to the toilet today?” she looked hopeful.
“I just went before. Why don’t I take off my jumper? I weighed in my singlet last week anyway”.
Standing in leggings, socks and a singlet, I saw the loss of last week on the scale before me– 1.1 kilos (2.4 pounds), which meant that finally I had reached the big 2.0. Twenty kilos (44 pounds) and with 14 to go, I am well on my way to redeeming myself as the slightly pudgy but well rounded bouncy brunette I once was.
It felt so great that the slightly raised eyebrows I detected (from the oh-so-well-manicured-crowd) as I wiggled my bum in the air didn’t deter me from exclaiming, “I got there! I did it!”
Throw in a few working ovaries and some firmly attached nails and the world is my oyster…
And sometimes you just have to leave it there.