Weigh in (45)

This is getting boring now. Whatever happened to the days when I used to lose weight only to gain the week after. At least there was a bit of variety; now it's just weight loss, week after week........YAAAAAAAWWN!!
Yep, you guessed it folks; another pound off and it's down to 16 stone 6 pounds (for those who love nits to pick, I have actually lost 1.4 pounds as I am 16st 6lb dead (not dead as in dead; dead as in with no remainder (unless of course we are talking about the second decimal place; in which case......oh crap......see what all that nitpicking has done? Now I've got to finish with three closed brackets.....I hope you're proud of yourselves....)))........
I am a bit surprised, as I've not really been pure and saintly this week (no change there then). You already know about the Chinese takeaway the evening after Weigh in (44), and since then it has been a night out at the Whitefield end of season badminton league dance (meat and potato pie with mushy peas, followed by carrot cake and washed down with a couple of beers) and a Saturday with my Mum, lolled in front of the FA Cup final (Marks and Spencers finest chuck-in-the-oven stuff.......
biiiiiiiiiiig plates under the excuse of 'giving my Mum a decent meal'. It would have been rude not to join her!). When I weighed in I expected to have put on weight, but the only thing which gave me hope is that I felt (and indeed still feel) really good; not sure how, but I felt lighter! Got to be careful this week though, as the chasm before my feet known as the 'I can get away with eating naughty trap' lies beneath my feet. As a result I was sorely tempted to have another Chinese takeaway last night, but am very proud to report that - even after a gym session, with time limited - I went for a stir fry! That two pounds of lard made it taste delicious too (just kidding)! Asides from the weeks deviations I must have been a good boy; and of course I am maintaining the three gym visits a week. It's hard to believe that I am already on my 22nd gym session, and even harder to believe that a distance of 3km which I was SO struggling to reach at the start is now not nearly enough to provide a challenge!
Yes yes, I can't help thinking that if I had eaten properly AND exercised then more weight would have come off; but when that thought crosses my mind - even briefly - I give myself a bit of a slap and tell myself 'hey, don't be daft; you've lost weight so shaddappayouface'. So if you see someone walking down the street, talking like Joe Dolce; it's probably me!

One more weigh in before the you-know-what.......

PS I will keep updating the photographic progress over here on the right, but I was thinking about chucking in a 'general stuff' slideshow. Nothing incriminating, I promise! What do you think?