My First Week On The New Slimming World Plan 4lb Off
I am trying for 3 for next week for my half stone award
My First Week On Slimming World
It’s my first week on Slimming World’s new plan and I’ve lost a fantastic four pounds. I’ve been eating lots of fruit and veg, even though veg really isn’t my thing, along with chicken, meat and fish, and still enjoying a little treat using my sins, now called Swips. It feels balanced, doable, and I don’t feel deprived. Four pounds off in week one feels amazing and has really spurred me on. Next Christmas, I will be happy. Please give me a like and a comment to cheer me on, it honestly means so much ♥️♦️♥️
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George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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