… I was in Canberra, Australia, bawling my heart out on the scales at Weight Watchers then racing home to write about it on an anonymous patch of internet. Today I was in Edinburgh, Scotland, significantly smaller, allegedly wiser and meeting my friend and former virtual running coach Julia in person for the first time. Memo to concerned citizens of 2001: turns out the internet is not entirely full of perverts and axe murderers!
My mind boggles when I think how much has changed since that gutwrenching day Down Under. This blog has been a great companion through the ups and downs. All week long (between the flood watching and workplace panic) I was mentally composing spectacular, deeply poignant commemorative posts… but in typical fashion I never got round to writing anything.
Now it's late and I'm a wee bit red wine merry, so I will just say how glad I am to have grown older and realised that there is so much more to me and life than the size of my jeans. And a huge thank you to everyone who has stopped by over the past ten years. Thank you for all your comments and emails and friendships and ideas and all-round goodness. It has truly been a blast.