Sunday is weigh day. If I lose 1lb this week it’ll take me to the lightest I’ve been for two years. This time last year I was 10lbs heavier than I am now and, consequently, the heaviest I’ve ever been, and I was hovering around that mark right up until the end of June.
It’s not much, hell it’s probably not even that impressive by normal-people standards, but I’m pleased. Over the past five weeks I’ve broken through a wall properly, not like a little divet but a full plough through.
Playing tennis is great, and it’s helped a lot, and I’m actually looking forward to starting my little running schedule. Who’d have ever thought I’d say that, of all people?
Let’s have an end-of-summer recap shall we?