A Life Less Svelte

d posted a picture of me on her Facebook page yesterday, which rather shook me. It was me, in January this year. Research tells me I was 15 stone 9.5 when it was taken, and it has to be said, I look pretty good in it. I've been telling everyone that that was a stone and a half ago, when clearly, it was less than a stone lighter than what I am right now. Which is actually pretty strong motivation to get back there again. Not sure if we have any pictures of me when I was, for one brief shining moment, weighing in at 14 stone 8, but I can only assume that in those, if they exist, I look even more like an ordinary human being.

Meanwhile, met a colleague today, with whom I enjoy an occasional bullshit session.
"You're looking fit," he said, as an opening gambit.
"Hmm," I muttered. "I've put a stone and a half back on..."
"Ahhhh yessssss," he comic-sneered. "I must admit, I rather expected to see more of a wraith..."

It strikes me, from a combination of these two facts, that I need a shift in focus. I have to stop obsessing on the stone and a half, and simply just make progress. 9 pounds or so and I'll be back to the photograph-level. From there, onward and back to a more svelte way of living. Should focus on the day to day and week to week, and make progress that way...y'know...like I did the first time round!