Yep - did an interim weigh-in this morning, and it's fair to say those few days of deadlines and socialising over discipline did me some damage...but the funny thing is, I'm kinda cool about it. It has a cause and an effect, and it'll be tackled in due course.
Due course beginning this morning when I tried to go and do a pre-work walk, only to turn sharply around when it transpired there was black ice everywhere I tried to put a foot. Came home, got on the bike, worked away my breakfast.
Have had a reasonable lunch, and am having a heavy-ish but not madly excessive Indian dinner, and will continue to work steadfastly towards my goals. If, as seems likely, I'm heavier at the next weigh-in than I was at the last, there's a reasonable explanation for it, and on we go.
Today though, the story is of the horseshoe lodged in d's ass. She went in to work today, dealing with all the usual Monday stuff, when she was handed a pile of money by a co-worker. Last week, she won a thing called the Bonus Ball in her office Lotto pool - £30-odd quid. At which time, she glibly told her co-workers:
"You wait...I'm gonna win it next week too...just to show you how it's done..."
So when, this morning, she was handed another pile of cash, it came with certain wary looks. Yep, she'd done it again, another £30-odd quid.
"I dunno what to tell you," her co-worker said. "Clearly, you should have bought some Lottery tickets..."
She came home tonight, fired up her iPad and said "Oh, look - 'News About Your Ticket'..."
OK, granted, that was only £3, but still...
My only gripe about the thing, thinking about it, is that when the second pile of cash was handed to her today, she apparently didn't think to say "Just wait...next week, I'll win the jackpot..."
Sigh...and on such errors, the prospect of liposuction turns...
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