"Nic reckons even she can have too much awesome, so isn't too sad to see that 3rd stone go... There are now 42 fewer Awesome Nic pounds on this planet, but she reckons everyone'll manage just nicely without them!"
No cake, though, because this number is much too easily celebrated. There's nothing arbitrary about three stones, or forty-two pounds. Forty-two is, after all, the meaning of life according to Douglas Adams.
Wait though. Life is nothing if not arbitrary, and did I not say some time ago No Cake, No Life™, or something along those lines? I should have thought this through better. Perhaps once I lose eighty-four pounds I can have two cakes instead...
