So, I wore a top the other day. A pretty, floaty purple top that tied at the waist and covered my (slightly) flabby upper arms. I wore it with dark jeans and high heels, and I looked in the mirror and thought, “This is good.” Then I flounced out the door with my jewellery and my perfume and my makeup, feeling great.

Only, here’s the problem. From the front, the top looks fantastic. From any other angle? I look fat. Or, as my mother so kindly put it, chunky. That’s right people; I am chunky, just like playdough and those really huge rings I modelled in my bedroom mirror when I was fifteen. Wonderful, isn’t it?

I knew purple wasn’t my colour.

In other news, I weighed myself today. Since they are a new set of scales, I’m not going to jump to any conclusions, but they ARE digital, and, well.. I weighed in at 72.7kg. If the scales are accurate, that means I’ve lost 2.3kg since I last weighed myself, and vowed to exercise. The only thing I’ve done so far is drink water. Heh.

I haven’t bought takeaway as often either, though. That could be helping, I suppose. What I really need to do is start walking/running every second day, like I promised myself I would. Or exercise at all, really. The water is a step in the right direction, though; let’s hope that the 2.3kg was legitimate weight gain.

Otherwise I may have to resort to getting serious about this ‘weight loss thing’.