Ok, everyone needs to stop going on about how skinny I am. My mother especially. Although, to be fair, she was going on about how skinny I was when I was 10kgs heavier. Which makes me wonder if she thinks I'm a walrus.
I don't even feel like I'm really eating that much less. But that may be the problem - the dissonance between what I think and reality. Which, it has been pointed out to me before, is a foible of mine. I just reckon reality should just get with the program and do as I say. It'd be better for everyone.
Have gone from a hot muggy Sydney summer to a cool drizzly Christchurch summer. Which reminds me why I don't live here anymore. Must go buy a hat now. Possibly a scarf. And most certainly COFFEE.