So, the past weekend. I allowed the shackles to come off a bit. Over the weekend, I ate white bread rolls, and I also had curry twice. Oh, and a couple of bottles of beer. I probably blipped up a bit on weight, but on Monday I was back in the groove today. I tend to think of it as being analogous to a prisoner going on weekend leave and returning to HMP Wherever. (Vocab note: HMP – Her Majesty’s Prison.)
Since the weekend I have been as good as gold, albeit with about ten Haribo sweets altogether. I had been tempted to eat a Halbeshänchen (half a rotisserie chicken) on the way to a meeting yesterday evening, but instead chose to enjoy a nice home-made omelette (mushroom, ham and sliced gouda cheese – most pleasing to the palate).
Yesterday I cycled to a church meeting in glorious sunshine. I cycled back in the dark. I wore my Union
Jack Flag cycling top and Union Flag helmet. The rationale was not patriotism, but somewhat more prosaic. One month ago, I could not get that top on. Well, maybe I could have, but I would have done a very good impression of Doctor David Banner turning into the Incredible Hulk, with the slow rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-rip sound of shirt material slowly tearing.
Yesterday evening the top fitted me, albeit slightly tightly, but it certainly came down below my belly button. I shall keep wearing the top every time I go cycling to measure progress in terms of looser clothes, as well as scales being friendlier.
Here I am in Union
Flab Flag clothing. It turned a few heads as joggers and cyclists headed past me along the banks of the River Rhine…
Have a patriotic day, won’t you!