The bitterness bites my face hard. The wind howls past my cheeks and nips at my ears. I pull my furry, leopard print collar up as high as it will go and bury my chin deep into my scarf. I keep moving; everyday stronger and faster. 10,000 steps is my daily goal. Day one I could barely breath. Day 21 I can almost break out into a jog. I feel fitter, lighter and happier. A stone has vanished from my hips, thighs and bum. I am elated. More determined than ever, I will brave the cold to shed more.