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.