Where are we now?

Well it has been about seven weeks since we embarked on this wellness kick. So far He has gone down a pant size and a shirt size... about one and a half to be precise. That shirt thing is a bit unfortunate because His work shirts are now starting to look blouson. In fact all He needs is a parrot on his shoulder to complete the pirate look.

Regrettably one shared this observation with Him this evening. His eyes lit up as he pounced and asked if that made one small slave his wench. Judging by the squawk of surprise that emitted as He did this one suspects that the roll of parrot was filled, rather than that of wench. There is no point in ordering more shirts, as they are changing the style at Christmas... at this rate there will be room for two in the damn things by then. Mutters hopefully the pirate impersonation was a one off... it wasn't funny at all.

Meanwhile one small slave is optimistically reviewing the t-shirt situation. That is to say there is a small stash of favourite t-shirts that were kept, not because one ever thought that one would get back in them, but more that one couldn't let them go. The only problem is that this diet with gym work means that the top hasn't lost any size at all, so now they are getting to be a good fit until you lift up your eyes and then... they sort of look confronting O.O

Though the Hooters t-shirt He brought one back from the States probably looks the way it was meant to J

On the other end the arse has lost some weight. To the extent that one has to wear a belt with skirts because He thinks it is hysterically funny to pull them down. When your only protection in life is a belt, you know things are just wrong...

And He isn't as funny as he thinks he is