Would you like a coffee? (Givinya)

Whose bright idea was it to have no sugar in drinks?

Now that I've promised you that I won't be having sugar in my drinks, I tend to decline them altogether. No point chugging down something I don't like is there? Whenever someone asks me if I'd like a coffee, I can honestly reply "No," because I know that I simply won't enjoy it if I accept.

Eating healthy is getting easier. The healthier I eat, the less rubbish I crave.

I was going to tell you how I used to have no trouble staying thin. I used to (until Sonny Ma-Jiminy was born) have the most revolting panic attacks. In those ghastly years, I'd often be unable to eat much, but force down a little bit of whatever I could manage. I'd feel sick a lot of the time and when it was really bad, I'd have vomitting and diarrhoea to make it all that more tricky.

I always wanted to have a little more on my bones, but couldn't keep it on. But the panic attacks were so bad that I never really cherished my skinny cow-ness. I always said I'd rather be fat and happy.

And now I am! Congratulations, me.

So now, although I hope to lose weight, I acknowledge that I'm better off not having those ghastly attacks.

Now here's an interesting thing. Big life changes going down here at the de Elbas. It looks like we may have to move house and follow a great job opportunity in Toowoomba. Exciting in many ways, but totally devastating to leave the place we love so much. And guess what else ... panic attacks!

They've been mild and intermittant, but over the first night after hearing the news of Mr de Elba's job offer, I lost a kilo.

When I get my head around this huge thing, I'll be relying on blogging a lot to help me process this - it's a big thing for me to contemplate! And if you're a praying person ... I'm going to need a lot of prayer!