I debated for a while about whether I should post this (in fact, as I write, I am still wondering whether I will publish the words that I type). Then I thought, well, why not. I should be pleased, if not proud, of what I achieved, so why not celebrate it a bit? After all, I worked hard to get to where I am and that, quite possibly, means I am allowed to share this.
So, last Saturday, I squeezed my once-size-16 butt into a pair of size 8 jeans.
And I have eaten a piece of cake every day since.
Brag away you hot mumma!