Well, I did say I'd do a second weigh-in today, simply to shift the official weigh-in day to a point in the week that those demented few of you who follow these shenanigans are more familiar with. So here you go. Weigh-in today was 18stone 9.75. For the slow-of-math, that's seven pounds since I began to re-Disappear ten days ago. Mostly water, as discussed a couple of posts ago, though my pal Wendy, who first told me about how you lost mostly water for the first couple of weeks, when I mentioned it to her today, said "Nah, I reckon you're losing some fat too honey."
So that was nice. Also, her wife, Maria, has also lost seven pounds, so woohoo, we are the seven pound gang.
I'll be perfectly honest with you. Firstly, if you can lose seven pounds in ten days, it's just indicative that you have a shedload to lose. It's Nature's way of saying "Oh yes...please, do go on..." And secondly, buggered if I notice the seven pounds in either the look or feel of life, because - and this is another of those cruel sonofabitch Disappearing ironies - seven pounds when you're 18 or 19 stone is proportionately a lot less noticeable than seven pounds if you're something like 13 stone.
Still...onward. First half-stone done. Still would love to see a 17 on the Nazi Scales by the end of March, but that seems mathematically unlikely. Off to London today, so have had a day filled with de-caff lattes. Had three Weetabix (no piggin' banana!) for breakfast, a sausage sarnie in Starbucks Cardiff for lunch, and a dinner of half a bowl of tomato soup and a plate of pasta for dinner (not ideal, pasta at night, but there it is). But - no exercise today. Basically growing carbuncles on my ass all day. More of the same tomorrow, as I'm in a conference all day and on a train till nearly midnight. Perversely, I rather miss the exercise. Sick, but possibly the emergence of that most precious things - the active desire to be good.
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