8th March - The Almost Twang

Seriously, I’ve had it with the Nazi Scales this week – after being kind, and then giving me a whacking great shock of additional weight to contend with and potentially worry about, today they were almost kind again. Weighed in this morning at 19st 0.25.

That’ll do. It’s obviously not good as such, but perversely after the rollercoaster of the weak, it is still good enough, being a loss of a whacking great three-quarters of a pound. So having been catapulted way up almost into the mid-19s, I find myself today twanging back to almost seeing an 18. As I say, not good as such, but good enough, given this weird and twangable week.

Can I say that I’m heartily sick of being a border dweller, because the twanging can be exhausting. The 19s are not a good place for me to be, and to be fair, neither are the 18s – I never feel really like I’m on a proper downward journey till I see my first 17 on the scales. But twanging back and forth over a stone-marker does absolutely no bloody good for one’s sense of where one is or what one is damn well doing. I am declaring this (in a pretentious manner, as if I have control over the situation), a twang-free zone. Get that? One direction and one direction only this week. Downward toward 18st 7. I’m not having it any other way.