Weigh in (87)

Damnitdamnitdamnitdamnit.

I refuse to cut and paste last week's post; short-cuts are not permitted here, I need to feel the pain of mini-failure (failette?). Yet again it's another pound on and now at 15 stone 10 pounds dead.

Arse.

Definitely suffering from the lack of a big run last Sunday; clearly what I am eating is just not healthy enough, and if I'm not pounding enough payment it's always going to be a bad week. So where did it go wrong?

Not blaming anyone (Clare; it's all your fault.......did I write that out loud?.....) but I went to see my sister for a 'treaty tea' of warm-up food from Marks and Sparks. It's probably a good job I didn't get to see the fat content of those dishes as I would probably have run screaming home in favour of a more healthy dish like......a deep-fried lump of lard...... In all honesty the fault is entirely mine (tell you something you don't know, right?). I've said before and I'll say it again, we are all in charge of what we chuck into our bodies, and if faced with something unhealthy we don't have to eat it. Sadly however, I did......a lot. May I say for the record it was blummin' lovely; but with less than seven weeks to go until my little jaunt round London time is running out to get the weight down.

So, the good news is that I will - I WILL I WILL - be running this Sunday, and all being well will be able to get a few runs in during the week too. If I can stay away form the treaty teas then maybe that will do the trick.

You may be detecting a slightly less than significant amount of concern in my voice; I can't deny it, as I still FEEL good. I wouldn't say I feel racing-snake thin, but I certainly don't feel like my weight is going up; even if it is. Maybe it's that muscle-weighs-more-than-fat thing, but I'm not clutching too hard to that particular straw. I just need to have a 'normal' (for me) week of good health, good exercise and good sleep; finishing with a good weigh in next Friday.

One thing if for sure, I don't think I can afford another wrong 'un. Come on Blaydon, don't quit now I'm so close.

......forty-fours.....droopy drawers.....