Reframing
I'd been telling myself I'd lost about a stone. Then I did the sum, and realised how much a number depends on the story you tell around it.
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The Final Course
Three roast potatoes and a Yorkshire pudding left on the plate, half the crackling handed to the dogs, and then the real test: a Sunday dinner with no pudding to follow.
A Couple More Clicks
The scales didn't tell me. The jeans did. Halfway round a woodland walk, my wife pointed out my trousers were on their way to my knees, and the belt had to click a lot further than I'm used to.
Bubble Trouble
Last Friday I used a syringe for the golden dose. Drawing it up was easy. Getting the needle in far enough turned out to be the part I got wrong.
Two Different Engines
She's tried every diet going, and only Mounjaro has ever worked for her. I never needed her to change. What I hadn't understood, until I started taking it myself, was how differently the two of us actually experience food.
Days Since Last KitKat
A workplace safety sign for the only hazard that actually threatens this operation.
Every Breath You Take
I've lost ten kilos. It didn't leave the way you'd assume - and the actual answer is stranger and more obvious than pissing, shitting, or sweating it out.
I Deserve a Fucking KitKat
It's not really about eating the thing. It's about deciding I deserve it, and then seeing how long I can leave it sitting on the desk while I get on with a day's work.
Psychological Warfare
Sat with a cup of tea, thinking about a KitKat, and my mouth starts watering. That's not supposed to happen if it's just in my head.
The Doughnut Situation
A four-finger KitKat surviving three days on my desk, then my wife puts a bag of yellow-label custard doughnuts and a cup of tea right next to me. This wasn't a clean win. It was a genuine fight, and I very nearly lost it.