Eight Weeks

Now you may or may not have noticed that there wasn't a diet post last week.

If you didn't notice you probably clicked on to another blog, and thought that there has been a general lack of posts going on around these parts, and if you did notice, you observant so-and-so, then you probably had a little chuckle to yourself at the big brash diet blogger who suddenly shied away from the limelight.

Well yah boo sucks to you, you naysaying naysayer, you.
Going around saying nay like that.
Who do you think you are?

Well, everyone else, here's what happened. At last week's Weight Watchers' meeting I weighed in and was so surprised at the readout that I thought I'd better not post it for fear of soliciting cries of fie and concern from you gentlefolk.
I wasnae well, y'see, and so I thought that the reading might be awry through me being a little feverish and chill-ridden.

According to the scales, I had lost 5.8lb in one week.
So I thought I'd leave the publication of this overweight pilgrim's progress until this week, when the true story of what was going on had emerged.

And true enough, last night I stepped onto the scales and I was exactly the same weight as last week. I like to think that I was maybe a little lighter through illness and then marked time, consolidating matters.

Or whatever. Point of fact is that over the last two weeks I lost 5.8lb, bringing my 8 week total up to 23lb lost.

Krissa and I are more active, and we're playing tennis at every given opportunity...and I feel great.