I don't want to admit what's happened this end.
I don't want anyone to know.
I weighed.
It was nasty.
Then I went to a church morning tea.
There were pikelets and lamingtons.
And then this afternoon I found out that they are planning for my class' 20 year reunion next year.
That should be motivation, surely?
I really need to do something.
Six and a half years later
4 years ago
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