Apparently, there was thunder and rain in the night. Actually, there must have been, because when I went down the Trail this morning, the grass was wet (Really, Sherlock, tell us more about your amazing deductions...)
Unfortunately, the sun is simply refusing to freakin' quit, so what we've done essentially is swap an oven for a sauna. Ugh.
Weigh-in today was bad, but not in fact anything like as bad as I'd imagined.
16 st 8 - up a pound on last week.
Why Tony, you don't seem to be at all neurotic about that What gives, dude?
I'm not, and here's why. I know what I'm doing, and what I'm not doing. And as soon as the heat and the busyness eases the hell up jusssst a smidgen, I'll be able to change this lifestyle malarkey again, and the weight, then, will drop like that elevator in the second Omen movie - zhunk! - because my system will be so out of practice at doing stuff and eating right that it'll go "Wow, dude, seriously? OK, let's get it on..."
So this barest wobble in the wrong direction can't actually phase me at this point. There are gooderer (as my pal Greg would say) times ahead. But they're not ahead just now.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and wring out my underwear, cos this humidity's a sonofabitch.
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