Good intentions and scales ...

I'm not quite up to describing the initiation process yet. I mean the actual diet. Too much to digest, ho ho.

BUT, how can it be that I weighed myself on Sunday (before the initiation) and was 12 stone 7lb (less than I thought which was pleasing, last time I weighed myself I was 13 stone 6lb). And then weighed myself on Monday morning (after at least thinking about 'The Plan') and weighed 12 stone 11lb. What the f**k?

Of course the 1st rule of dieting is don't weigh yourself every day, I know this. But it's hard to shake the 'it's the thought that counts' or 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions' mentality of my dieting history ...

Yawn. A day of weird crab-related-astronaut-supplement-stick-food things. Of which more anon. I fear.

I am drinking a glass of wine. Medicinal. Small. Warm. Comforting. Little. Necessary. Forgiveness is a virtue.