I need to downsize...I do...I just want to feel comfortable in my suit for work! (And my bras...some are just too tight!)
So, I'm looking for a dance class...and the local gym may be able to provide something funky and fun as I HATE depriving myself of anything I enjoy..and I enjoy the feel and movement of dance very much.
I must pop under the sunbed too...just to avoid any sadness...been there once since July.
I'm also doing lots of pelvic floor exercises!!! It's actually because someone I know who is younger than me is having surgery for 'a slight prolapse'...oh God..I squeeze and squeeze and squeeze! It's getting easier.
My eczema on my hand has flared up slightly too...just getting that under control.
Work at The Building is busy and exhausting...and I am playing the game until the Bluff finally goes. I hope so much she does soon. Willow is back and is happy; Dylan has been head-hunted and I know he will go soon; he has been the victim of The Bluff's latest vitriolic tirade and he will move on, taking his brilliance with him.
I stay and will continue to do so.

I always said I would.
In fact, it's soon the anniversary of The Return...