Twelve Months Twenty-Four Photos. Numbers Fifteen and Sixteen - August

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By August I was dieting. I'd started mid-July so by the time I took these photos I'd already dropped a couple of kilos. I suspect that part of the reason I finished off my London walking this month was due to my needing to walk so much to take my mind off the fact I wasn't eating. Doing something, even working was fine, sitting around doing nothing though, that was tough. That's why I decided not to diet during the winter. As it is, my weight has remained around the level it was when I stopped dieting in mid-September, which is very positive. Talking with plumsbitch the other day I said it was a virtuous circle with no clear start, I feel good, I want to dress good, I feel that, for my current definition of 'looking good' involves being slightly thinner than I was, I do that and feel good, I want to look good... It's not 'fat is bad', it's more 'there is a level of fat which I do not want to be'. And it's also to do with how I feel of the shape of my body in a suit.

So I feel very fortunate to be fit enough that, if I have a few hours to spare, I can walk up to Crystal Palace on a summer's afternoon.