THAT'S the good news. It has been 11 years in the making.
The bad news is I haven't been able to step on the scales in weeks as I have been beside myself with stress over various things - this yet again includes close family illness.
But I took a deep breath the day before yesterday and on I strode. I'd convinced myself I'd put on every last pound I'd lost.
So I was bloody well cock-a-hoop to find I hadn't. I don't want to say how much exactly I had put back on but let's just say a couple of weeks of healthy eating and even some exercise will soon put me straight.
I wouldn't shop for jeans in a million years. But a couple of weeks back I got a phone call out of the blue from an editor at a paper where I'd filed some copy about my "weight loss journey".