Drop a dress size through stress

Not that I recommend it.

I weighed myself for the first time in ages last night and discovered I had lost 2½  kg and am now back down to 61 kg and a 28½  inch waist, measurements I’ve not seen since 30 years ago.

 I’m not sure whether I should be pleased or alarmed. Susie is thrilled that this means she can just squeeze back into a size 10 (as long as she doesn’t breathe out), but for my bloke side, this puts me, at 6ft 1, firmly into the underweight category. I should be worried, but the problem of trying to be two different people, each with a different set of body perceptions and expectations, means that I experience a certain amount of body dysmorphia from both sides. Too tall and angular for Susie, too underweight and scrawny for my male side.

It might due to the fact that it’s summer, and I’m eating less and opting for salad meals instead of bread, rice and pasta. But I do know that my eating habits have been all over the place in the last few weeks and some of that is down to mood swings and depression – and a lot of that is to due with the comedown on not being able to spend any time as Susie since that glorious three days in July when she finally came of her shell.