I am terribly pleased to be able to report that since my last blog where I went chiz chiz like Molesworth rather a lot and felt everything was conspiring against me, especially my own body and my own home, I have since lost two pounds IN WEIGHT and tackled a bit of the house. The softly sagging mound that is my lower abdomen (what is known in the cosmetic surgery industry as a lady's "apron") is perceptibly smaller. If it shrinks a bit more I might be able to pull it in and up on my own without resorting to Lycra to do it for me. But let's not get ahead of myself. 2lbs can just as easily be put back on as lost. When the scales read 7lbs less I can be sure something good is happening.
The bit of the house i decided to tackle was the smallest bit. Softly, softly, catchee monkey. I have "bottomed" the bathroom.