Well, perhaps dread is a bit too strong a word. Then again perhaps it isn’t.
I have put on, according to my own scales, a about four pounds since last Wednesday. I’m impressed and amazed at how easy it was. A birthday party, a visitor, a few drinks and too many sweet things. I ate the way I used to.
I haven’t drank as much booze as I used to and I’ve definitely done more exercise than before so there was some improvement.
I have a question. How come I don’t weight a hell of a lot more if this is the outcome from only one week of poor eating? Bad as things were I wasn’t putting on four pounds a week.