Ok, so a) I was right in general, and b) I was substantially less right than I'd imagined I would be.
Back down the Trail this morning (Nehh! Told you I would be!), and weighed in at a bad, but nowhere-near-as-bad-as-I-imagined...
16st 2.25.
Even though of course that's post-Trail, so the actual figure is probably more like 16st 4.0, I can handle that. It's probably about a week's solid, disciplined work to see a 15 again, and the weekend was utterly utterly worth it.
It's at this point that I get a clonk on the head from the Giant Frying Pan of Non-God, and while the tweeting bluebirds of consciousness spin around my bruised and hairless noggin, I have to ask - is this what normal people do? Have a heavy weekend, get up in the morning and go "Right, fuck, gonna have to have a light weekend to get this back under control," and then just fuckin' do it??
Wow...whodathunkit?...I'm becoming what passes for normal in this massively dystopian, cackling-in-darkened-room-with-all-the-worst-things-in-the-world-ever century...
Cool beans...
Apart from that, not much to tell you, my little Disappearo-junkies (and yes, I'm pretty much aware that these delusions of audience reveal more about my own egomania than they do about any actual viewing figures I may have. Most people who read this now are people who know me in real life, or know me in Mark Zuckerberg's Matrix). Ate a cereal breakfast when I came back from the Trail, post-weigh-in, ate a moderately carbolicious lunch, ate some grapes, whoop-de-doo...
Am looking at my list of Stuff To Do right now, and it has "Bike" as the top remaining thing to do on it. Let's see, shall we?
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