Oh, right - you wanted to know the weigh-in, right?
Oh, 16st 2 yesterday. Not bad considering I've had a fortnight off the wagon. I can handle that, and by next week I genuinely intend to be back in the 15s. Back down the Trail tomorrow with Ma.
Interestingly, I always used to get the crap bitten out of me in Summer before I started all this, because, I'm assuming, my blood sugar was wildly high and the insects followed essentially the same instinct I ahd, and went for the good sweet stuff.
Over the last two years, this hasn't really been a problem. Then last night, after going to Choir committee (cos that's who I am now - CommitteeMan...), I went across to join d and our friend Louise at the Dragonfly pub and restaurant. They were sitting outside, since to sit inside last night was effectively no different to pre-heating your oven and then climbing inside.
Two minutes.
That's all it took for Wales' entire population of flying, biting, blood-sucking bastards to decide that dessert was served. I have bites on my bites right now, which leads me to rub myself up against doorways in a frankly disturbing manner.
Back on the wagon for Disappearo-Boy, cos this is just nuts!
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