Dangle a carrot
“ One minute I was feeling fab, the next I was weighing flab”
Spring has sprung. And, rather alarmingly, so have the digits on my bathroom scale. One minute I was feeling fab, the next I was weighing flab. Disheartening I tell you. Disheartening. And while I still refuse to equate my self-worth to a number on a scale, I knew something had to change. It’s all very well saying I eat what I like and
