Dear Reader, you may have been wondering where I’ve been.
I have taken an extended break from almost all things, I’ve been practising being a lazy tart and it seems that I have a distinct talent for it.
My fitbit believed that I died a couple of months ago. I like to think that it has been trying to organise a memorial service for me via bluetooth. Its plans have been upset this week by the shock revelation that I am alive and quite well.
I’m ready to get off the sofa and greet the world.
On the weight loss front December and January weren’t very fruitful. I failed to hit my two stone weight off target by the new year. Two pounds to go, so running roughly two months late.
La di dah!
fat tart 