If you remember that far back, it ended up with me losing 30kg. I didn’t feel like I looked particularly different, but I did notice I had a lot more energy, and I was able to buy clothes from normal shops for the first time in years. My weight bounced back a little, but nothing particularly worrying. I was happy, and got on with my life.

Which is why I didn’t count on the goalposts shifting. For some reason, being smaller than I was is no longer enough. I’m not sure if it’s being down in London. where there are a lot more Beautiful People, or if it’s that my eyes have reset to something approaching normal, but where I am isn’t good enough any more. I’m still right at the top of the sizes in the shops – OK, it’s just that the shops I’m going now to have a considerably smaller spread of sizes, but that’s not the point.

We were at a friend’s BBQ this summer, and I was horrified when I saw the photographs. In my head, I remembered how much I’d lost and thought as myself as OKsized now. And yes, compared to how I was, I’m in great shape. But, I’m still lardy and oh, did those photos ram that home. BetterThanItWas isn’t good enough. Now I want RightWeightForHeight, which means losing 15kg.

We’ve been on holiday this week and eaten a hell of a lot of lard. That stops NOW. And it’s back to the gym to try and finally get myself running for more than 1km at a time. Wish me luck. I suspect this time is going to be hard.