The Secret to Lightness

"Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux." - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

(Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.)

Last week, I couldn't believe what I read when I stepped on the weighing scales. 48! Finally. In terms of personal satisfaction, it rates higher than scoring that last piece of chocolate cake at Menotti's. No, really.

I've been trying all year to go down from 55 kilos (heaven knows how I got there in the first place) , all while avoiding the oldest trick in the book - dieting.

Clinging on, as one does, to fabulous food and the odd dram is no good for the journey towards 48, you'd say. In lieu of starving, I ran heaps, went for accupuncture and cut down to one sugar per coffee, from two. But the miracle cure that lost me the final 3 kilos - and not something I recommend as a weight-loss strategy - was overwork.

I've been working flat-out through March ( we all have been, with too many events and too few heads) sometimes past 11. (I hate u helga :P) In all the hurly-burly of meeting deadlines, I forgot something I never thought was possible to forget, for me at least - dinner.

It is not like "I'm famished, I'm rushing, when can I grab a bite?". But rather, at midnight, when the adrenalin recedes and I tumbled into bed, a thought strikes me: "I seem to have left something out. What is it?... Oh right. I haven't had dinner. Too knackered for it now."

It also helps that the sinful November - February season of frenzied face-stuffing corporate lunches is over. And coinciding with the last season is a traditional lull in activity. Quite a deadly combination.

So there you have it. Due to work patterns, I am sentenced to having an Autumn/Winter weight and a Spring/Summer weight.

Excuses, excuses.

P/S I went shopping for new best friends today. The lady at Larry's was cool. Even though I made it clear that I am not spending the equivalent of a third world country's GDP, she was nice and found me gorgeous stuff. I think I will go back with SK next week, for a second opinion.