Ello?
Anyone still here?
Ahem...I've been a bit of a numpty.
Since March 2012, I've managed to pretty much comprehensively undo all the good work of the Disappearing Man. Well, nearly all. As I sit here now, it's 4.39 in the morning on the 1st of February, and last Tuesday (oh yes, still weighing on a Tuesday), I turned the scale at no less than 18st 11 lbs. Less than two stone away from where I was originally, before all the walking and biking and spinning and cake-sniffing and grinding bloody agony of doing it the first time.
This clearly needs to stop.
And so I'm back...from outer space...
I hate being this heavy again. I just hate it. Hate the pictures from our recent holiday in Crete, cos I don't look like the mental image I now have of myself in them. Hate the aches and the pains that are creeping back, the clothes into which I can no longer fit, the image I know people have of me when I look this big. Hate the terror of what it'd doing to my eyes, my feet, my knees, my heart.
So, as I say...here I am again. Feeling rather more humbled in my Disappearing than I ever did before. Care to help a fat old numpty get his mojo back, one more time?
Goal 1: See a 17 on the Nazi Scales again.
