Well after a month at this weight loss lark I’ve shed 3.5 kg. I’m down to 74.7 (with clothes) or 73.4 (without clothes). My BMI is 25.9 and I’m constantly falling out of my pants – which is great for the girls in the office… but not so popular with my managers. I need new clothes, but while I save the money I’m gonna buy a new belt.

Even my family is beginning to notice my weight loss. They’ve been using the “we see you all the time so we can’t tell” excuse for the last month. But even they have to admit that my breasts are no longer A cups.

Jules has been great support, but I think she’s worried I might become a stick. Well my dear, I shall leave just a bit of puppy fat for you… in a jar… labelled Ian’s puppy fat – FOR JULE’S SQUISHING AND STROKING ONLY.

My biggest fear is Passover which is just around the corner. With all the Matzo ball soup and duck and chicken and veal and egg salad and gefilte fish and Matza and wine, I know it’s gonna be hard to lose any weight. And I’m scared I’ll put on. Obviously not 3.5 kg, but… enough to bother me. But I’ve spoken to the Weight Watchers people who’ve been very supportive and Rob S has given me a good pep talk and I’ll cope. Even if I do put on the weight, I lose it in a week and that’s a comforting thought.