I feel like a kid going to report to the headmaster, as I have my annual 'MOT' check-up at the doctor's this afternoon.
This time last year I was still a bit discombobulated from Mr H being away and then being home, he had been back about a month at that point. I was on 2 painkillers a day and was 71kg, the heaviest I've ever been.
This year things are settled down with Mr H home and everything's going well. I've been going to the gym since May and am now just about 65kg, and more inches than that smaller (since I have put on muscle which is heavier than fat). I stopped the painkillers in January for a couple of weeks, but found I needed them to cope with going to the gym! I am now on 1/2 or one a day depending on what I am doing that day. I'm certainly happier than I was this time last year and hopefully won't burst into tears in the surgery as I have the last 3 or 4 times I've seen her, when she's asked how I am. That will be progress in itself.
So, I'm hoping this afternoon my doctor is going to pat me on the head and give me a gold star for progress!