Last week I came up to town wearing my new jeans (admittedly a size up from the ones I was wearing with comfort back in July 2007, but temporarily so, surely) and feeling sexy and slinky. I might not have looked it but I felt it and that's always good.
Today those very same jeans are mumsy and frumpy and too tight.
It's a mystery.
(Oh, okay, so it's not a mystery at all. Damn my lack of self-restraint with calories in liquid form, and an over-fondness for expensive white burgundy. It's never the food.)
Still, no use beating myself up about it. Onwards and upwards... I can see lots of soup in my immediate future.