Point 1 - Go wild and crazy, Disappearing fans - weigh-in today showed 17 stone 7.75 - in other words, having been away from weigh-ins for two weeks, one of which included three days of unrestricted hedonism, and the other of which has been mainly Scooby-sneaking by, and rather than the 18 stone and some that I felt sure I'd be at by now, I've actually managed a fartsworth of loss. So that, we love.
After three days home with appalling lurgi, d went back to work today, to infect the fuck out of her colleagues. I went up to Ma's for one day...and have come down with the bastard.
Had to go out tonight though, to choir committee. d told me to put my rain jacket on. The one I surprised us all by getting into months ago, when it was a medium and I shouldn't have been able to get into it at all.
I tried to zip it.It squeaked.
"Fuck you," I told it, and zipped it all the way up. Jussssst about.
"Wow," said d. "Alrighty, well have fun, Sausage Boy," said d, looking at my Kielbasa'd body as I waddled out, almost unable to breathe. The walk to choir takes about three minutes, if that. By the time I got to the door, I had to unzip the jacket, to allow the stuffing of my sausage out.
So on the one hand, I'm happy about the lack of weight I've put on. And on the other, I've had a salutory reminder of how far back I have to go. So - lurgi be damned, Disappearing Trousers on, and forrrrrward!!!
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