In circuits last week a women who hadn't been for a while commented on my weight loss. She said something else too but my breathing was so heavy after boxing that I didn't catch it but my partner, Pat, said, 'Oh, no, you don't look gaunt.'
That's the second time in a month that the word gaunt has been used in the same sentence as my name. I've never been gaunt in my life. Gaunt and I don't go together in the same sentence!
In fact, when I look at myself all I see is my fat tummy. I know I'm slimmer as my trousers keep falling down but apart from that - and the scales - it isn't obvious to me. Which is strange. It's odd that it is obvious to relative strangers. I suppose it's about the way we see ourselves.
I can only hope that people looking at me also see a better person than the one I know is me.
Younger Son said, 'Yes, you are looking gaunt. You should stop dieting; in fact you should put on weight. And I'm not saying that because I want food in the house that isn't healthy low fat crap.'