Now be honest guys; own up. It's a really nice thing to do, but could whoever keeps sneaking into my house during the week and nobbling my scales please stop doing it?! I have no idea how you are managing it; have you installed a microchip which connects directly to your computer so you can override the read-out? If so am I going to see '24 stone 12 pounds' after you've had a particularly bad week at work and have an uncontrollable desire to Schadenfreude my arse off?! If you stop now I won't come after you....if you don't.....well.....I will not be held responsible.....that's all I'm saying.....
Just kidding......(or am I?)......
More head-scratching, and another weigh-in the millisecond before which I was thinking 'prepare yourself; this time you have definitely put on weight', I almost sound disappointed to reveal that it's another pound off! Actual loss is 15st 5.4lb to 15st 4.2lb. To all of you who want the cut, thrust and drama of a periodic weight gain I am so sorry to disappoint; this is getting a bit monotonous isn't it?!! I make no apologies, this is the sort of monotony I would happily perpetuate.
With the exception of one night, I guess I was by and large a good boy; but on that one night I was very, very, very bad.
The company I work for were taken out by one of our suppliers for a 'bit of a do' as thank you (thank us) for the work we had put their way. There was a ghost walk, there was curry, there was peshwari nan (mmmmmm, peshwari naaaaaaan....gurgle gurgle) and by heavens was there alcohol. I went into the evening thinking 'right, a couple of lagers, a nice poppadom, curry, nightcap, bed before midnight', but it ended up being 'a couple of bitters, walk to another pub, another bitter, walk to another pub, another bitter, walk to indian restaurant, lager, glass of champagne, poppadom, curry, naaaaaan, nightclub, beer, boogying along to 80's classics, beer, cocktails which tasted like Ribena and Tango, walk back to the hotel, glass of wine, in bed gone 4am'. It has been a long time since my stop-out has ever been that dirty!
I really don't know what got into me. The whole concept of 'going clubbing' was lost on me when it became legal to do so (sneaking into Coco Savannah's - Stockports finest club, don't ask - underage was so exciting....and so easy!), but as it turned out I was very much up for it last Friday. I think it was partly the fact that the club we were in seemed to have inside information on the music which has a habit of making me get jiggy with it around my kitchen (B'witched, Tiffany, Spandau Ballet, Duran Duran, Manic Street Preachers.......okay I lied about that last one, just felt the urge to put something a bit cooler into the list.....hello, my name is Adrian Blaydon, and I am a lover of cheesey 80's music........"Hiiiiii Adriaaaan"), but without a doubt the biggest reason was finding a dance partner who can reeeeeeeally dance. Regretfully I cannot go into details - protecting the innocent and all that, as for me...totally guilty - but suffice it to say we clicked on the dance floor; and I fear I will never dance like that again (shoulda known better than to cheat a friend.....guilty feet have got no rhythm........sorry, couldn't resist). For certain I will never listen to 'I've Had The Time Of My Life' again without a smile on my face!
So after a night like that I am amazed at this weeks result. Maybe one nights slip doesn't ruin a week? Or the exercise I was getting on the dance floor balanced things out a bit? As usual I'm not going to overthink it, just hope that it continues as at this rate I should be breaking 15 stone before the end of November and then I can start pounding the streets......running I mean......no images of a nutter let loose with a pneumatic drill.....
In short, it's all going swimmingly.........
(Could I publicly apologise to my spell-checker; all the repeated letters and 80's band names have really put it into spasm. Soooooo sorry!!)
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