Every year the Captain and I look at each other after Christmas, assess the damage and embark on some form of weight loss campaign. We have been doing it for nearly the whole of our marriage. Over the years it has got harder, but each Spring we have lost an average of a stone and a half each. Consequently my summer wardrobe is generally slightly smaller than my winter one.
This year, the weekend of our annual appraisal was followed by my summons to the Recall Clinic and so on and so forth. Strangely, this did not affect the diet well. Initially I did not eat but I have more than made up for that since. And despite having a kilo of me lopped off in surgery I am exactly the same weight now that I was at Christmas.
This has meant buying almost an entire summer wardrobe. Not only do I need clothes that fit me now, I also need clothes that are ‘comfy’ as I am assured that most people put on weight during breast cancer chemo. And then, of course, there will be the difficulty in shedding the excess timber thanks to the delights of hormone therapy. Lovely. I am not looking forward to the post chemo diet!