The beginning of the week started well. I walked the three and a half miles to work and back one day, something I intend to do at least twice a week from now on.
Then we hit the weekend. It started with a meeting of some online friends in a pub in Covent Garden. I may have forgotten I am dieting and I may have had a few pints. I may then have been quite drunk because I hadn’t eaten so I might have had a Chinese takeaway when I got home.
Saturday morning we drove up to Manchester to visit relatives. With the exception of a lovely jambalaya my daughter and her partner cooked for us the rest of the weekend was hotel breakfasts and eating out. Although I tried to be good the choice was between steak and chips or something with a creamy sauce so the steak won. And although I might be able to resist making chips I didn’t manage to pass the not-eating-chips-that-are-infront-of-you test.
I would have been happy to just maintain at the weekly weigh in. I was however very happy to lose five pounds. I am a bad Richard because I was far naughtier than Debbie yet I still lost weight.
This week I have been told by my doctor to cut out salt. Hmm, not sure how successful that is going to be.