WEIGHT : 241 pounds (3 pounds lost)
EXERCISE : 17 miles cycling
ALCOHOL : None
Right, it's all going Pete Tong. I haven't had a drop of alcohol since Sunday. I've eaten sensibly, good food but in moderation. I've exercised consistantly (except for Tuesday because of torrential rain). Yet, I've managed to gain a pound. This is SO dis-heartening. Perhaps my body just likes being fat? Perhaps my body and brain have had a falling out and are keen to mess each other up. I couldn't believe it on Monday - I'd done my usual 17 mile cycle, plus played an hour of football (mainly in pouring rain). No booze, just nice food in moderation. I stepped up to my abused scales the following day to find I'd gained a pound! So chuffingly unfair. The next day (no exercise) I gained another, but this morning I found I'd managed to scythe that one off. I don't know what my future is - do I really have to exercise every day and eschew booze just to MAINTAIN a weight? What sort of a life is that? Perhaps I ought to give this up and just be a fatty and die at 45? At least I'd have another eight years of fun!