So, I admitted that last week I stepped on the scales and kept it to myself. I’d put on a bit – and it didn’t help that I’d eaten an all day breakfast the night before. Then, of course I went to Spain and replaced all the water in my body with beer and vodka. It was literally biblical. So today when I finally came back to the scales – I was really expecting to be at the mid to top end of 16 stone. So I was relieved to find that I was 16st. 1 lbs. So it’s not as bad as I’d expected. But I have a new plan which I’ll be obsessing about soon enough. Watch this space and roll your eyes. 

So, for all you crazy cats keeping track.. here’s my so-called “progress” chart: