Skirting around

So I finally womanned up and tried on some summer skirts (five).  I wouldn’t say they fit exactly but I did get them on (except one which turned out to be a 14).  Of the five, one fit, one was a red herring (see above), two almost fit and one was very snug indeed.  I then tried on some shirts I’d bought on ebay – fine except for the button over my boobs which was likely to fire off and take some octogenarian’s eye out.  Clearly I need to go to Plan B.
 
Dieting is still going well – except for the visible result bit.  Or result bit at all.  No, of course I’ve not done Scales of Doom – it took a lot of courage just to try skirts on.  And I still have a shirt I bought online but have never even taken out of the packet for fear of it not actually fitting.  Yes, that potentially means I have bought something I have not actually seen, nor may ever do if I don’t pluck up the courage to open the sodding packaging.
 
But I’m managing my starve days and not going crazy on non-starve days.  I almost look forward to starve days – except when I’m actually doing one.  Then I’m just hungry and a little resentful.  But I try to only do it a day at a time and then it’s just a case of hanging on to the following day.
 
This weekend will (weather permitting) be an easy one in terms of diet.  We have no plans other than a reasonable hike on Saturday.  The following weekend however we are up in York seeing some friends.  This certainly means Betty’s and eating out generally.  One day at a time.  With those skirts at the back of my mind.