OK. Sing songs of celebration, Disappearing-fans! (I'll only be able to half-hear them, but it's the spirit that counts...)
Today's official weigh-in figure has me at:
17 stone...dead.
That's me on the 35 stone milestone, right there, and the landmark I laughably set to achieve by the beginning of May. Technically, the beginning of May's not for another week, so who knows, maybe I can see a 16 by then.
Of course, I'm not stupid - it's gotta be mainly the drugs. They seem to be filling me with energy and more importantly acting as an appetite suppressant, meaning I'm tending to get by on a cereal breakfast, fruit for snacking, and a largely proteinaceous dinner. What that also means of course is when I finish the steroids, in about ten days time, I daresay there'll be an energy crash, a mood crash, and a hunger rage. Mind you, if I can make progress while this goes on, then wherever the crash happens, I'm in a better place to handle it and deal with it and keep my big boy pants on when it happens, I guess.
But for the good of today - hoorah, we're back on the borderline of 17 stone. Next week, dammit, the numbers will show 16s!
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