“Commando crawl to the kitchen” my friend said. And, in the spirit of making her laugh, we got our daughter to take a photo of us doing just that. Photos of us are incredibly rare, and we don’t look in mirrors unless we have to – to remove an eyelash or squeeze a zit – so our knowledge of what we look like is scanty at best. We sent the pic to our friend and then looked at it ourselves. Where have we gone? We used to have much more bulk than we do now – ten months of hugely disordered eating have taken their toll. We don’t weigh ourselves, never have and never will, working on the logic that so long as our clothes fit things are ok. That photograph forced us to stop and think. We’ve dropped two dress sizes. According to Google, that’s five inches. From pretty much everywhere. Don’t misunderstand us, we aren’t even bordering on being underweight but we were happy with the weight we were. This is going to take some thinking about while we process everything.