About 2 years ago I was the lardiest I have ever been: 181.2 lbs, or a tad under 13 stones. I thought I had better lose some weight. Whilst hardly embarking on a crash course diet, and subject to unavoidable bouts of good eating - a week eating steaks and dulce de leche ice cream in Beunos Aires for instance - and bad - rounds of evening take outs and pizza when working into evening, which both put the weight on, I have slowly managed to shed the pounds. At times it has seemed to go slowly, slowly, slowly, and even back up (see above!) and then at other times it has gone, almost accidentally, fast, fast, fast; like not meaning to lose 7-8 lbs but doing so nevertheless on vacation in 2007 (bad ranch food and camping did it I think). And even if I don't have any major goal in this adventure - though getting to my wedding weight of 11 stones (or 154 lbs) would be nice - today was a cause for celebration as I broke the 160 lb mark that has been eluding me through several rounds of Jill's terrific Christmas Cake. I was so happy I celebrated with roast dinner, a beer and two white chocolate coins that I stole from the kids.
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