Well, day didn't go entirely to plan as beach was cancelled so James has been here all day, lolling about like Cleopatra on her death bed moaning about being bored and generally getting in my way and on my nerves. Kids! So managed to do the wardrobe swap. Realised that James has far fewer clothes than I thought. He is growing so fast. I, on the other hand have far too many clothes but unfortunately most of them don't fit me. For about the third year on the trot I've hung things in my wardrobe, still with their size 14 labels on, vowing to be in them at some point during the summer only to find myself putting them away again at the end of the summer having never been worn because I still can't fit into them. And while I have all these size 14s for the 'fantasy' me, the real me continues to get by on a couple of pairs of jeans, one pair of black work trousers, a few cheap T-shirts, a couple of blouses and a couple of cardigans because I won't buy clothes in a size 18 unless I absolutely have to. But no more. I WILL be in my 14s by the end of this summer. Only another 3 stone to go to get there - so about mid August. Taking it one day, one week, one month and one stone at a time.
