As per my previously outlined resolutions, it’s time to fight the fat and find my inner fittie (if she’s in there. I think I might have eaten her). My plan of attack is two-fold; walk more, and stick to Weight Watchers. My cheeky Little Mister is starting to cruise. He doesn’t seem to interested in crawling in a civilised manner, but is super-content with just throwing himself at surfaces or rolling to whatever he’s deemed interesting enough to warrant attention (annoyingly he’ll often by-pass toys and home in on a leaf fragment that’s blown in to eat it). This is great for the diet, as it’s keeping me a little too busy to think about food all the time, and on my feet a bit more to up my step count.