Yep. Pretty hideous.
17 stone 11.25 - that's up 3.5 pounds this week.
I'm going to wantonly grab at any damn excuse I can find for this, and squeeze the lurgi between my fat sausage-fingers. The lurgi started this week making me feel knackered and kitten-weak. It, and a shedload of Stuff To Do, has continued to keep me away from the bike all week, meaning I've basically been sitting mainly on my arse, eating and working. I do know, perfectly well, that if I can carve out a week of regular biking and reasonable eating, I can more than undo this hiccup. But that said, 11 pounds is a fairly big hiccup, and now 18 stone is closer than 17 is. Fairly depressing on the run-up to Christmas, but there it is.
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