Monday, here we go again, I wake up feeling crap again so I get myself up and coffee’d. I get my washing in and then pack my bag for the gym. I weigh myself as I did not have time yesterday. That turns out not to be a good decision, or at least a disturbing one. I weigh in at 97.1 kilos, that’s the heaviest I have been for years. I am concerned but know I need to knuckle down and sort out my eating. I can no longer indulge in treats. I’m pissed off with myself as I have made my situation worse for myself. So starting today its operation “eat careful”. I can now no longer reward myself for training with sweets, chocolate, hot cross buns, scones and biscuits. Its back to fruit.

I get to the gym and find that all the cross trainers are taken. As an alternative I hop onto a bike and pedal 65 minutes away, I burn 625 calories and go 23.81 kilometres. It feels a while since I cycled and my body reminds me of the fact. I do the hour adn head for the showers adn then the lounge where I order my usual coffee and egg and bacon bun. I rest a while, check messages, make calls and arrangements. Business done I drive to our local Sainsburys to buy a new milk pan and pick up some bathroom cleaner. I was hoping for a Vileda mop head replacement but like Tescos there are none, it would seem the company is struggling right now. I drive home partly satisfied.

Home and the washing goes in the tumble dryer and I head for the Shed. There I do todays crosswords and rest. My next chore is to fill the bird feeders. Bye late afternoon I am done. I unload my ironing but before I can do anything with it Tesco deliver. So there is a quick interlude and then I am back folding up my washing while watching another historical episode of The Fugitive. My evening will be food and football and hopefully an early night.