Not saying much about yesterday. Yesterday was an utter disaster. I went out to Centrepoint Tower with the daughters as a final treat and ate so much meat I could hardly walk back to the car. I weighed after I came home… bad move… and I weighed again in the morning… not much of a better move so only slightly less of a disaster. The weight came back in as 151.1 kilos. This was a dreadful increase in my weight a week ago, almost 2 kilos **heavier**, I’m not happy.
Today… gawd… still upset over the weight increase I remembered I’m going to Penrith with my wife tomorrow on a short cruise up the Nepean for an hour and a half. On the cruise, we eat scones and tea and afterwards, we might be going to a vegan restaurant for lunch, if they have space.
And then, somehow, I’m going to have to not eat *anything* other than the shakes from tomorrow to Friday morning to try to drop a few kilos over a four-day period (like that’ll happen).
Today, I also cleaned out most of the fridge, throwing out all the useless crap I’ve accumulated over the years so we’re all set to go. Tonight I chopped up all the veg I could and the daughter stuck a small piece of beef and roasted it. Took a while but was pretty good… and used up a lot of veg that would otherwise have gone in the bin. Maybe attack the store cupboard on Monday??
Still having a quiet and pointless panic, but I’m still going ahead.
Six days to go.
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