I spent most of last week sitting at 69.2kg and then on Sunday and Monday I jumped back up into the 70’s. I can’t tell you why because there are some things in this world that just have no logical explanation and even more things I can’t control.
I’m not afraid of a number, I don’t care if the scales jump all over the place … I’m releasing my healing weight at exactly the right speed and the right amount. I trust my body knows precisely what it is doing.
I must admit that it is nice to be back in the sixties. I love it when Duckfish sees me in clothes I haven’t worn since I’ve known him and he thinks I’ve been shopping. I am happy to weigh less than my naturally lean boyfriend with the body of a 25-year-old. And I can’t help but smile when he calls me “little” and can’t keep his hands off me.