The best BIRTHDAY EVER
Linzi nibbled at her dry piece of toast and gazed enviously at Mick’s plate. He had lashings of butter, real butter, on his piece of toast and it was smothered with the expensive marmalade she loved. How she hated being on a diet.
She gave up on her toast, covered with low-calorie, low-fat, low-taste spread, took a sip of her bitter sugar-free, skimmed-milk coffee and got up.
‘So,’ Mick called after her as she walked down the hall. ‘What do you want for your birthday this year?’
Linzi looked in the hall mirror. What she wanted was a whole new wardrobe, but not before she lost weight. That would be pointless. Oh, for the days before she was married, when she was a size 10. Now, she was on the high side of a 14 (or 16, or 18).
‘Don’t look so miserable,’ he called to her. ‘Birthdays are supposed to be happy times.’
‘What I’d really, really like…’ Linzi began.
‘Yes?’
She glared at her fat stomach in the mirror. ‘What I’d really like is to be a 10 again.’
She waited for Mick to say she didn’t need to lose weight, that he loved
