Christ that Rococo chocolate is good. As is the other 70% belgian stuff I bought.
See? I can eat all this chocolate (well, about the equivalent size of 2 chunks of dairy milk), cake (well, a small sliver here and there), cheese (well, small hunks), honey (well, a drizzle on my blueberries and greek yoghurt) and cream (well ALL OVER my strawberries until they're positively DROWNING in cream - heh), and yet today is the first day I have worn a pair of trousers, with a top that doesn't cover my tummy and without a hip belt to cover it either. Because my stomach isn't there anymore! I only walk 3 miles a day now instead of 5, I only work out 3-4 times a week instead of 5-6, and yet I'm slimmer and more toned.
Magic? No, just common sense. If only I could have had this relationship with food when I was younger. Why didn't anyone teach me the word "moderation"? I'd have lived happily the past 15 years instead of in constant fear of food. Not that I'm entirely 'fixed' yet - I am still terrified of foods I've never tried before. Andrew tried to make me eat melon the other day; I trembled and shook and put my lips round it and instantly spat it out. I'm just too scared to try. Another thing I intend to fix - I've learnt to eat blueberries recently after all.
Also, if anyone's interested, I have learnt moderation in alcohol. 1 glass of red wine a day. Occasionally I have attempted a 2nd, but only rarely finished it.
Anyway, despite being slightly nervous about the no-belt action today, this is quite a milestone for me. In your face, mental Fi!