Lick The Lard

It’s funny the way losing weight works. On days when I think I’ve done “really well”, my weight wont budge. On days when I think I’ve done badly and I’m bound to gain, sometimes the opposite happens and my weight falls.

And so describes the last two days. Yesterday my weight was constant again - the same for four days running. Last night, day 11, I ended up going out to a British bar and drinking and eating myself silly. I walked the hour home after but I still expected to be up this morning. Not so - down to 80.4kg, the big shift that I predicted follows a flat period. I just hope tomorrow doesn’t return me back to the 81’s!