...perhaps I got my word order wrong in that title, I didnt mean to imply Im still incredible, but that I was still shrinking.

Not that Im not still incredible.
And not that I should not have put too many nots in the previous sentence and not had a bit of forethought to utilise more of the English Language. Am I bovvered though? Not.

But yes, Im still shrinking. Or to be more precise, losing weight. I wont put the specifics on here, but even thought I still wasnt overly huge when I was at the 'peak', I was a little wobbly around the edges. Not Phil Jupitus wobbly, just a little on the wrong side of solid.

However, as reported previously I seem to be losing weight all the time.

Since those dark days, Ive shed a total of 2 stone 11 pounds.

I last weighed myself on 29th Dec and have lost 10 pounds since then, astonishingly.

I dont know whether to be very happy or very worried. I am aware that my attitude to food and not wanting to return to *that* is stronger and occasionally I am overly worried about eating.

On the other hand though, I do like remaining thinner and more svelte - if only so I can continually use the word svelte in a sentence. I like it. I do look far better for it, and feel better.

Perhaps a bit too skinny feeling and the wrong side of manly androgeny. And a bit of concern that I might go down a bad avenue with my appetite.

And I guess the scariest thought of all is that I will morph into teenage emo.