The Quarter-Pounder Fairy

Well, that was pleasing.
Nazi Scales this morning show me as 16st 7 - down four pounds in a week. Happy enough with that.
Thinking about it, I realised that means I've lost sixteen quarter-pounds this week. Sixteen quarter-pounds in the space of seven days.

I feel like I've been flinging quarter-pounder hamburgers left and right this week, skipping merrily through the world like the quarter-pounder fairy. Not bad considering I haven't had that disciplined a week. Just imagine if I had been disciplined as all get-out? I could have been the half-pounder fairy, or maybe even the Big Mac Fairy.

The next week starts now. Big deadline Monday, but still, let's try and nail some discipline into place, shall we? I could get used to these wings...