Since I had Lipotrim coming out my ears and Volvic coming out of all of my other orifices, I’ve decided to take a break from the old diet for a fortnight, which means that I now have the opportunity to celebrate my thus-uncelebrated 35th birthday, and my
impending doom happy engagement to the lovely T. Plus of course there’s the long, complicated process of organising my stag night, with all the associated discussions, fights, interventions, arrests, and ultimately duels at dawn. So set aside Friday week the 17th in your calendar for a few pints please. More details as we have them.
PS. 27.5 pounds so far, and really that extra half pound at the start was cos of a Johnny Fries a couple nights before I started. That’s just short of two stone, or the weight of this amount of water.
Yes, I’m using bottles of water to visualise my weight loss. But still, not bad eh? Sorry for the journally-type post, but I’m dead chuffed.