
Monday 24th August 2009
SO I found the scales, dug 'em out, fired 'em up and I've put three pounds on. (21.2 to 21.5) Not surprised at all and thought it could even have been worse. What with losing the scales and the house move and just generally being insanely busy I had rather taken my eye off the ball recently and in particular the last week or so I have basically been eating motorway rubbish almost exclusively.
Clara wants me to blame Neil Gaiman for plying me with caramelised aubergines, but that seems unfair. I could have stuck to the sashimi if I'd wanted to.
The good news is, along with the scales I found my little Weight Watchers points calculator, so I can at least go back on the wagon in a methodical way. My tour begins in a little over a month and it's going to be a lot less arduous if a. I can get a little bit fitter by then and b. I can establish some healthier eating habits before it starts. You CAN do better than motorway rubbish, even when you're on the road all the time; it just requires a bit of organisation and commitment. If I can get that started now, it'll be easier to maintain then.