OK. So it turns out that you (I) can’t go away for the weekend to a family wedding, gorge on pub roasts, bangers and mash, brownies and ice cream… and come up smiling on Monday morning without any impact on the scales.
I’m still a clear pound down on my starting point so its not all bad. However I still haven’t managed to make time to get some exercise – other than brisk walking with the buggy – into my day so that is a big fat to-do. I’m not yet sure when that’s going to happen this week but happen it must. Especially if the diet is temporarily in the hands of my Mr – and so, today at least, in effect in the hands of Mr Tesco’s and a slam-in feast for two. Slimming it ‘aint!