So after five days eating my parents out of house and home, we're heading back to Brighton today. And signing up for WeightWatchers. Big Sis has already booked herself in for a body wrap, and I'm not far off a stomach stapling. I'd invest in some Alli, but I'm too fat to walk to the chemist.
My waistline isn't the only thing that's grown considerably over Christmas though. Amelie's developed a lot too. She attached herself to my eleven-year-old niece on Boxing Day and hasn't let go since. As a result, she's matured to such a level of sophistication that she now looks less like a two-year-old toddler and more like a twelve-year-old midget...
Albeit a midget that wants you to read her The Gruffalo twenty times a day.
3 comments:
I've yet to achieve that scarf wearing air of sophistication. The first photos more my style.
Your father put on weight after we got married and I always go up a stone when we move house (which accounts for a lot!), so it may not be ONLY the Christmas problem. Lets all wish ourselves luck with the diets!
May I be the first to wish you a happy new year.
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