Escape And Return

Hellooooo out there.

Apologies - been a mad old time.

This week has been particularly bad - have barely made it down the Trail, there are cobwebs on the exercise bike, and just yesterday, when we had a bank holiday in Tenby, I had fish and chips and a chocolate sundae. Neither of these events are unique for the week.

So this morning, with a return to exercise and restraint, I figured I'd be much heavier, and with blood that was, to quote Victoria Wood, A Resus Nougat.

Surprisingly then, the weigh-in showed me at 17st 3.75 - up just a pound and three-quarters - and my blood sugar was 6.6 (not bad for a British diabetic). Went down the Trail this morning, and kept the food to reasonable, generally - cereal breakfast, toast lunch, and a sausage sandwich dinner. Probably a little heavy on the bread, but it's day one of the return to discipline.

I worked out this morning that there are just 18 weeks till the end of the year (which presumably explains why there are Christmas cards in the shops already. 18 weeks means an average of 36 pounds. Two and a half stone, to the Brits. So according to the numbers, I can get to the borders of 15 stone again before the dawn of 2014. Let's make it so...