98.6 Kilos, Sunday morning, stark naked! A loss of 2.1 kilos from last week. Go me, I’m a hero. In celebration I broke out the first of the christmas Pannetone!

Sunday and the gale still blows and the rain still falls, The recycling wheelie been is over in the front garden and the garden furniture cover is ripped in the gale. Apart from that all is well. There will be no going anywhere today, I shall watch the six nations rugby and finalise the 40 photos that are going into the civil partnership album. Apart from the check on my passport that tells me I need one quite quickly, I’ve very little to do, the most exercise I get is hoovering the downstairs carpets. Still I cling to my weight loss for the week. More of the same is I suppose the lesson to be learnt, so I need to keep my control on my diet and to keep going to the gym. It is after all not about weight but the silent battle within. As Bradley Walsh’s character in Dr Who said tonight the shadow of cancer never really leaves you. He is right and it heightens the disappointments when they occur and makes all achievements second place.