Put on half a pound this week, which was only to be expected. In fact it should've been worse, and I suspect that this week's excesses are waiting to leap out and bite me on the (expanding) @rse, the next time I step on the scales.
On top of which, however good my intentions for the coming week, I have to go and spend 10 days with Mrs Doyle. R's mammy does not comprehend the idea of just having a cup of tea on its own. "Will ye have a wee cup?" means not, as one might expect, "would you like a cup of tea and perhaps a jaffa cake?". Oh no. It means "would you like a cup of tea, some chocolate biscuits, a couple of cakes, some scones I just made and maybe a few sandwiches?" Which procedure is repeated several times a day.
I am drawing up contingency plans to counter 10 days of "wee cups o' tea" and no excercise.