The Games

Sorry folks. I've been labouring under a misapprehension. This diet is neither a marathon nor a sprint. It's the hurdles. About 26 miles of them. And I never could cope with hurdles. At school I had to push each one over with my hand before jumping over the fallen obstacle in the most cissy style imaginable.

This time, I attempted to jump and have now got a bloodied nose and grazed knees - metaphorically speaking of course (just in case you were getting so involved with my vivid prose that you envisaged me in A&E battered and bruised...) In reality, what I'm getting at is that I've put 2lbs on and I'm just too damn stressed and tired to cope with being hungry as well.

I will try harder...
I will try harder...
I will try harder...