Weigh-in this morning showed me as 17 stone 1 pound - that's a technical loss of 2.75 pounds on last week, though in the interests of honesty, I weighed again last Wednesday and was down to 17 stone 0.75, so we'll see whether tomorrow the "settled" weight is any better than that.
While in all technical terms, I began back behind the perspex last week, I also had a couple of very large meals last week and at least one thoroughly gorgeous dessert - which is hardly perspex at all. I also never actually SAT my ass on the bike.
Annnnnd I still haven't. Stuff to do and all that. But I'm off in the next few minutes to do another badminton session. And tomorrow...something happens. Looks like the weather will be shitty, so probably not heading down the trail. Either getting on the bike or heading to the gym tomorrow morning before work - no exceptions, no excuses, none of my usual bullshit. Feels like being plopped in a rowing boat at one end of the Thames (or more appropriately these days, I guess the Taff), and having to row myself to the other end. Long, tedious, and bloody hard work, but all beginning with the determination to pick up the oars and pull.
This is me...pulling.
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