Oh Dear, Tuesday morning again what happened to my week it went past so bloody fast I hardly noticed it.
I snuggle into my pillow thinking I will just have a couple more minutes in my nice warm blanket press but my bladder disagreed with me and I found myself heading for the bathroom (hate my bladder I do). A kilogram (1 litre) later and with one eye on the dreaded scales I decide to wait until I can shed another half kg (use your imagination) so back to the blanket press I thought. Huh, wrong again mate, speedy Gonzales (aka The Wife) had beaten me to it and had the bed stripped off with a huge grin on her face so another good idea bights the dust.
Sitting looking at my so inviting mug of tea I just could not pick it up thinking every mouthful was water weight so it will have to sit there pending my rear end going into active service.
I go through my usual Tuesday morning routine of removing anything which can be removed even remembering the glass eye, false teeth and wig (didn’t really).
Making sure the five Yorkies are locked in another room (dangerous to have them around when wearing just a birthday suit) I am now ready for the truth to be told. (I wish we had heated scales).
Job done, wait over and the scales tell me I am down 1 full kg exactly. That’s 2.2 pounds in funny money.
I am happy with that it is exactly the loss I am trying to achieve.
