Yesterday, the decorations came down and Christmas was (finally!) over. Various extraneous finished or donated elsewhere. Old week finished, first complete working full week on the horizon, so I got on the scales. Fuck. Five whole pounds. The problem is that I am now a stone heavier than I was this time last year and it's not like I am a gal who can use spare weight. No ideedy - pinch an inch? Yank a yard, more like. I haven't had a great deal of alcohol (two glasses of wine and the odd Kracken and coke) and I gave up chocolate nearly two years ago, but I suspect that it is the amount of Wensleydale (with cranberries! Yum!) brie and blue vein that I have consumed, has contributed to my demise. Oh and my body weight in custard creams is also another.
I can't affford to slip anymore, I hovered around various weights on the way up, now it's time to get out of the elasticated trousers and face the music, because I'll be damned if I will go up to the Free Willy size.
