UFB

I never thought I'd hear myself say these words, but I think I'm going to have to go on a diet.

Living in France has increased the availability of fine food, and more often than not this is fine food that involves fat of some sort. As a result I have become a little bit podgy. Of course Mrs Ribby keeps pointing this out to me, but I tend to laugh it off.

It was only a few moments ago that I realised quite the level it had got to. We are going to a wedding this weekend and it was suggested to me that I make sure my suit still fitted. This, of course, was a comment that I took great offence at - having only recently bought the suit. Nevertheless I gave it a quick whirl a short while ago, and lo and behold, the bastard thing only just fits. I can get away with it, I think, but steps need to be taken. Maybe a little late to be starting today as I have already eated a plate of chili and a dozen paprika chicken wings this afternoon as my 'in between lunch and dinner snack', but I promise tomorrow will be different.*

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