Right...
Well...
There's absolutely nothing coming from me in the way of an excuse for this one.
I took the week not only off, but off-planet, essentially. Ate like sugar was going on the ration while d and I were away in Saundersfoot, celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary. There was a delightful little bakery just two doors down. By the end of the week, I could barely fit in the front door face-on.
I don't know what I weigh now - that delight is being saved for tomorrow's official weigh-in. All I can tell you is it's probably back over 19 stone. Feels it and looks it.
Back to some vague semblance of normality today, though didn't walk this morning, as it was abbbbsolutely pissing down - welcome back to Merthyr, Disappearo!
Would I change last week? Not really. It was fantastic - not just the eating without too much of a care, but the together time, the doing just what we felt like time. Really enjoyed it. Back to the day job and the second day job and the writing and the this and the that and the other today though. Back to some form of discipline, though I'd be lying if I said it felt like coming back to the perspex boxes. The day has...something...of that about it though. Let's see what the official condemnation is from the Nazi Scales tomorrow, and go forward from there.
