The Almost-Lie

Blood this morning - 6.1.
Weigh-in today...sigh...

Well, the weigh-in today has been bothering me in the subconscious background all day. It's the first time I've ever contemplated out and out lying to you. I mean, I've kept things from you, fair enough, either for timing, or relevance, or rampant bloody-minded egotism, and all of this is fine on my own personal *cough, cough* moral scale. But I've never out-and-out lied to you about my result. But today I wanted to. I really, really wanted to. Here's how I rationalised it - for the last few weeks, I've done the weigh-in after some physical exercise - either a walk or a biking session. And I've tended, on the whole, to drop a pound and a half by doing that. This is not an exact science of course, and neither is it really a deception. It's been a routine.

This morning though, I neither walked nor biked, but got on the scales.
16 stone 0.25, they told me.

My immediate reaction, other than "let's jump on the bike for an hour!" was "Yyyyyeah, but it's not really that, is it, not for a like-by-like comparison...I mean, it'll be a pound and a half less than that reeeeally, wouldn't it? I mean...reeeeallly?

And I genuinely mulled the idea of recording that as the real result - I mean, a pound and a half would have put me on 15 stone 13 - comfortably, if barely, in the fifteens, rather than barely, but irritatingly, in the 16s. But no...here it is, unvarnished - up two pounds on last week.

Funny really - By Thursday of last week, I'd actually lost two solid pounds, down to 15st 10. Then, in the onrush of blisters and bone idleness, I clearly put four pounds back on. Humph. Not a happy camper, but the point is, I haven't done the work, so I can't expect the results. On to another week of hope and hopefully glory. On with the ubercommute tomorrow, to which I'm sort of looking forward - got a couple of chapters from different people to finish editing - including my pal Tig, who's been waiting now since pretty much the Dawn of Time for some feedback on her work. Time to Get A Bloody Grip, clearly...!