So, today I’m wearing a jumpsuit, hhmmm. It’s like i felt the fear, recognised the danger....and then gave them both the finger. Bad move. Now I’m not sure (20-something years of scrutinising myself in the mirror may have led to mild body dysmorphia), but I believe I look like a cross between some sort of upholstered easy chair (small waist belt+ a bloat never = a good look), and a chubby ‘80’s wannabe (the latter being my neutral mode). Either way I’m stuck like this for the next 9 hours – wish me luck!