Back on the Scales

It's official Lighter Life does not work at least not indefinitely if you love your food like I do.

So, it's DAY ONE ( again ) of Slimming World and I actually feel on top of the world. After the shocking events of these past few weeks in Sri Lanka , I'm lucky to have the chance to do this . Feeling blessed and very grateful for life.

Good to be back in the blogging saddle.

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