At some point, maybe this blog will become more interesting than a mere reportage of meal planning and weigh in results. It's hardly scintillating stuff, is it?
See, even Minx looks bored.
After a certain point, losing weight does become...well, boring. It's a long, hard slog that involves self denial (if you're in a successful phase) or self flagellation (if you're not) - and both of these things are probably rather tedious to read about.
Previously on WWF: -46lbs
This week: -0lbs
Total loss: 46lbs
Yep, that's right, the most vanilla result of them all, a big, fat zero movement.
To be fair, there was drink taken at the weekend. And rather than slip up on Saturday and return to form on Sunday, I allowed the slip up to remain slipped. Where I am going to take some small (very small) measure of pride, after a shitty start to the working week I had a very persistent divil on my shoulder suggesting that the blown week stay blown until the cleansing winds of Official WI had swept the slate clean (oh my what a painfully mixed metaphor. This is what comes of blogging at ten in the evening). But I stuck doggedly to daily points from Monday onwards and, as a result, did not pay too dearly for my weekend folly.
It goes without saying that this week I want to get a decent result. I mean, I say that every week. You can take it as read. But a decent result this week would prove that I am not to be derailed, I am bloody but unbowed...you get the drift.
Right, off to bed - goodnight and sleep tight Blogland! Onwards and ever, ever downwards.