The Walking Cure and the Nigella Embuggerance

Humph.
Well, if last Wednesday was a disappointment, today was a positive fuck-you. This morning, the Nazi Scales told me I'd actually put back ON precisely the 0.75 that I'd lost last Wednesday.
Humph.

Not, I should add, that this is a surprise, except inasmuch as that's all I'd put back on. I met my pal Rebecca for coffee last Thursday and told her about the miniscule weightloss.
"Fair pay," she said, "that's a pisser. Think I'd want to be brought the finest chocolates in the land if that happened."

Many a true word, they say, is spoken in jest. Been a rather undisciplined week, it must be said. Though I have been walking fairly regularly with Ma, which has given me at least a start on the daily calorie-burn, this week has involved a couple of calorifically stupid moments too, including a fish and chip supper Friday night, and a Nigella Embuggerance yesterday.

The Nigella Embuggerance is what happens when, in between several hours of watching Masterchef New Zealand and The Taste USA, a foodie like d catches a snippet of old-fashined, cooking, Nigella Lawson, and picks up the idea of an "easy ice-cream".
As we were on our second bowl last night, I asked d what was in it.
"Oh, pretty much instant death," she said lightly. "Double cream, de-caff coffee grounds , sweetened condensed milk..."
"Good stuff the day before a weigh-in," I observed in a fairly neutral tone, before admittedly licking the spoon.

So as I say, not exactly a surprise. Been vaguely deadlined to death this week too, which is why you haven't had an entry from me until now. But clearly, better must be done.
"Oi!" called d up the stairs as I wrote these words. "Are you gonna bike or what?"
"No," I called down, just as casually.
"Oh. Thought you were."
"Nah."
"Oh well...I mean, dinner's got to simmer, so...y'know...there's time if you'd like to."

Good angel on the shoulder time, I think. So - gonna stop staring at an editing screen for a bit, and go and get sweaty in the least fun way possibly imaginable.

Ahem...Starbucks tomorrow...
Just sayin'...