Two Stones

While Maureen was ill, I lost a lot of weight through stress. Once she died, that weight went right back on, and increased. So around the middle of last year I started to think about losing weight, mostly through walking. It didn't work: if I lost a pound one week it went back on the following week. Then, in November, I was diagnosed with Meniere's Disease. Suddenly I had to watch my diet, mostly to avoid salt, and since there is an astonishing amount of salt in processed food I had to start cooking more. I'm not a great cook, but when needs must, you learn. And I began walking more, an evening walk around the park became longer, and then longer again. Two weeks later I learned I was pre-diabetic and I had even more reason to watch my diet, even more reason to walk. As the daily walks got longer - two, three, eight miles - so the weight started to come off, and stay off. This morning, when I weighed myself, I was exactly two stones lighter than I had been the week I learned I had Meniere's. And I've just had to buy a new pair of trousers that are smaller around the waist than any I have worn this century.