The Standard Equivocation

So - today's weigh-in was nowhere near as bad as I'd expected, but nowhere near good either.
The numbers today, pre-biking, say 19st 1. That's nowhere near as bad as the 19st 7 I was predicting, but of course, it's still up by about 5 lb in the space of a week.

Now, a continuation of last week's stupidity - when I saw that this morning, my instinctive reaction was "Wahay!"

How fucked up is that? I pick a vastly inflated number, and then tell myself I have reason to celebrate when I don't do as badly as I've said I'll do. Madness.

But I did at least get on the bike today, and when presented with homemade fudge by my mate Sue, I did the grown-up Disappearing thing, and kept it for d. I've eaten fairly carbtastically today though - largeish cereal breakfast, pasta linner - yeah, sod it, if "brunch" is a real thing, then if you have a single meal halfway between lunch and dinner, it's "linner".

And, as of today, there is Xenical in the house. Not in my system yet - that begins tomorrow morning at breakfast. Thought I was doing a Starbucks day tomorrow, but that's not going to happen now. Another day at the multi-faceted coalface, I reckon, but the To Do List will take a real dent as a result. And it means I can jump on the bike again first thing.

Also, thinking about it, I'll be at home for the first couple of Xenical days.
Yyyyeah. The more I think about that, the more sense it makes. OK, cool - homebody day as I become the Human Flume.

Fun fun fun now that Daddy took the T-Bird awaaaaaaay.