So that's what friends are for!

Happy Easter flabbusting fans.

I'm slightly annoyed to report that since Feb my weight loss mission has ground to a halt. I've just not been in the mood to blog, or even to think about weight in any way, let alone write about it. Fortunately I haven't gained any weight. I'm still a genrous 14stone 7lb. Small mercies and all that!

I'm really here because Tubby Best Friend (TBF) who, by the way, has been losing weight like a trouper and is a whole stone lighter now (yay!) , gave me a Paddington Bear hard stare and a bit of a talking to over Easter.

I'm not sure if it was troughing a family sized bag of dorritos (Chilli Heatwave, mmmm) without drawing breath or one of my subtler clues, like asking the waiter to outline the dimensions of the 'Banofee Tower' on the desert menu, or discovering that one can easily do justice to an easter egg and a chocolate cake in the space of an hour and a half, that tipped her off, but let's just say...

I've been rumbled!

It's not that she yells you out. She's MUCH more cunning than that. She just peers at your fry-up from the safety of her Special K, declines a second glass of wine, and glows with the pride that only a slimmer who can suddenly cross her thighs without chafing can ever know.

Yes, it's a fact. TBF is now the undisputed master of psychological slimming warfare.

So here I am. Shamed into submission, ready to step away from the easter eggs and get back onto some kind of non-dieting slimming track.

Once more into the breach TBF!

I'll aim for a blog a week, two if I'm on a roll. If you're stil here, thanks for reading. Please leave your comments. I sure could use the encouragement.