Truth be told, I didn't do so well on the diet last week... buoyed by my 11lb loss, I got complacent. Thanks to the return of pre-dinner drinks and, (egged on by the sproglets,) several experimental desserts featuring chocolate and cream, I lost just 1lb last week!
'Nooooo,' squealed I. 'Can't be so.' The scales initially had me gaining 1lb!!!
My weighing scales are in the dairy/walk in larder/bloody cold room just off the kitchen, so, feeling sure the scales were wrong and that I was probably wearing exceptionally heavy clothes, I shed the layers. (Don't panic, the etched glass in the thin strip of window protected my immodesty!)
I wasn't expecting to lose anything really, not after my quaffing during the week.....still, I feigned surprise at the lack of progress as the shelves of food wolf-whistled at me!
Even at zero degrees and nude, I didn't make the 2lb target loss. Sad and cold I vowed to be better. Mind you, it's a difficult day to shed pounds, as there's a bottle of champagne with hubby and my name on it lurking in the fridge...... fortunately champagne is great for malaise I hear...