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.
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my comment posting is going horribly wrong
...what I said was...a lot of fat clubs don't count half pounds so it is like maintaining...honest!
Judeeee lies. She was swearing miss. Send her to the head master!
Um, can't you take ye olde bicycle to Eire, then? Or hire one while you are there? Quiet roads and all that...
can't take bike (lack of space/lack of cycle carrier on car) but cycling is part of plan, as there's one in the peat shed I can use. Trouble is, R's folks live in them thar hills ... right at top of v big hill :-(
I didn't realise Eire was in Ireland
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