Foot Forward

I've signed up with an online slimming group. So that I'm accountable for my weight each week. I was quite excited by the whole plan of eating. I was at my parents and mum followed one of the recipes for Moussaka, a low fat version. It was crying out for moisture and well, fat. My taste buds are going to have to adjust to this kind of eating, which leaves my mouth a little dry.

 On the exercise front, I have been up to town and bought a pedometer, so i can track my steps per day. Its a lovely looking sturdy thing, which will become my constant companion, no doubt. The skies are sunnier today and luring me out again. I might just make it though yoga is calling me too. I feel quite in the mood for downward dog.

The dating site is a total disaster. One of the fellow daters posted a message up saying he'd rather date a mild racist that a fatty. Incredible! Part of me wants to stay fat and try to tackle this prejudice. People get so angry about other people's bodies. I think I'll close down the profile. It was partly an experiment to see who'd respond to my not so flattering pictures...