"So what do you fancy for dinner tonight?" said d.
"Protein," I said (having come off the bike about an hour earlier. "Protein and veg," I explained, polishing up my halo. "Weigh-in tomorrow."
She looked at me like I was nuts.
"Why?" she said. My beloved has a knack of asking "Why?" and very potently not-saying "Why the hell would you do that, you crazy, deranged lunatic? Are you high on sugar-coated crack with chocolate sprinkles on?"
"Well....cos I started a week ago tomorrow, so it's a..." I shrugged. "...you know...weekly weigh-in."
She thought about this.
"Yes, but Tuesday's traditional," she said.
So now we have a duality thing going on - do you lot want a weekly weigh-in on a Saturday, or have you got...you know, other shit to do on the weekend? Seems massively unlikely that you have other shit to do on a Tuesday, and I always did enjoy the Tuesday thing...
Hell, could even go entirely insane and do a first week weigh-in tomorrow and a new, shiny Tuesday weigh-in on...you know...Tuesday, to maintain the grand Disappearing weigh-in tradition.
Thing is, it has a knock-on effect, because, having pottered about the kitchen for ten minutes, d popped her head around the door.
"Is there anything you can eat on the Dominos menu?" she asked, waving a pizza delivery menu at me.
There isn't, in any logical sense. I've ordered some chickeny bits and some potato wedges, in the hope they won't make me balloon like a...well, like a balloon I suppose. I did a highly unofficial weigh-in this morning, and was pleased with what I saw. But let's see what each of the official weigh-ins says, shall we?
You'll have to excuse me - there's chicken to throw down my gullet...
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