OK. I might have had a glass or two of wine last night, but this is ridickerous! Tuesday’s weight was a seriously bloated 210.0 pounds (15 stone, 95.3kg). That’s passing a psychologicackle hurdle thingy in entirely the wrong direction, dammit.
It doesn’t help that I haven’t had the motivation, energy or anything else for getting back into the exercise routine. And I’ve even been letting the weather put me off walking to work.
I’ll probably get it together again sooner or later. Though it might be later unless I can work out what “it” is. Or something. Mutter.