Alrighty - well that's at least moderately positive. Weigh-in this morning is back the right side of 19 - 18st 12.25. This is pre-bike, pre-bathroom, but as the day draws on to its mid-point, I'm pretty much gonna have to consider it the official number I guess.
Of course it's not good good, but it's better than last week, when I went up four pounds. Down nearly three will do me for now, and might well help reinforce the discipline - blog every day, bike every day. This is fast becoming the week from hell, workwise, but if I can just remember to carve a little bit of time out for the biking, and no time at all out for the fish and chips or the chocolate brownies, then it's got to be going in the right direction, no?
Went to the optician this morning as I've started doing that middle-aged thing of taking off my glasses to read close text. Unff - over 200 quid out of January's pay packet that I could do without spending, but the eyes are the principle tools of my trade, so I suppose I can't get away with skimping on them. The good thing is there's no evidence of new retinopathic damage - diabetic damage, to the newbies - so it's not a case of my sugar control or weight bursting blood vessels in my eyes. Not new ones, anyway, which is always something to be thankful for.
So on we go. Had quite a large cereal breakfast this morning, but now feel powered up to go quite a few more hours. There will be biking. At some point. And if, by some miracle of application and restraint, aided by the chemical cheat mode of the Xenical, next week I can be another couple of pounds lighter, all to the good.
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