With high hopes I suggested to a friend that in a month I shall check in with her on my progress of weight loss and move more project! What was I thinking? Decidedly now that the jeans have been replaced with a larger size and I seldom do more than flip from one channel to another, or sit pasted to the sofa with a book I thought it time to do something a little more drastic than talk about it. So in a weakened and hopeful moment I suppose I thought telling her would act as the dynamite I needed to make more of an effort before I explode. That was five days ago and to my credit I am a slow starter, finally yesterday I took dog on leash and off we went for our first extended, slightly quickened walk, him following me, not the other way around where he stops every 2 centimetres to water the ground beneath him, no this time I was out front by a long stretch as it is an isolated place and too cold for any shenanigans from others I took off as fast as I could, admittedly it wasn't too far into the speedier walk that I needed to slow down and this is on flat land, there is immence amount of work to be done and the Speculoo's (nearly the best cookie in the world) must be given to anyone rather than be left in the pretty blue and white checkered biscuit tin I bought yesterday at Fontaine de Vaucluse, again what was I thinking?