"My little sister, the inspiration behind, and biggest cheerleader of my attempts to lose weight, sent me a rare and wonderful dark Terry's Chocolate Orange a wee while ago in preparation for a certain event that she wrote about on the top of the box... The rest is self-explanatory, I think!
And in the immortal words of Dawn French: "it's not Terry's, it's mine!"
And in the immortal words of Dawn French: "it's not Terry's, it's mine!"
If you can't read it, it says: "For 100lb celebration coming to a flat in Holland soon!" Yes indeed. As of today I've lost 100 pounds, or 7 stone 2 pounds, or 45.3kgs. And if you can't celebrate that with some seriously lovely chocolate, when can you?!!)"
I have to add that it's not's so much about trying to finally fulfil the common (mis-)conceptions of female beauty (mainly because so many are manufactured and blatantly unattainable without surgery or photoshop), but more about not dying at the age of 50 to a massive heart attack, or being so big I can't get out of my flat without the fire brigade coming round to tear down a wall first.
I was going to wait a few more pounds so I could make one of my arbitrary amount of pounds lost post, but you know, one hundred pounds sounds so fabulous just like that, that I had to celebrate it just as it is.
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