I’ve been fairly inactive this week and sitting at one’s desk guzzling lattes and eating handfuls of nuts probably isn’t a great idea. I looked huge yesterday and was despondent. I felt like I’d gained at least three pounds. But I now think that I must have just eaten something during the day that was making me bloated, maybe it was that large ham and cheese omelette.
I got on the scales this morning and I’m only 1 lb heavier than last time, which I am just going to ignore. The reason I was even on the scales in the first place is because I wanted to wear my Best Jeans to go out in today but they are suddenly too large. I don’t mean baggy. I mean actual, falling-down, no-longer-fit-me, too large. So now I am wearing my older, more battered Skinny Jeans, which have always been a reliable indicator of my girth, and they are not clownishly large but they are comfortably roomy around the waist.
I dreamed about Sayed again last night, which irritates the fuck out of me but on the plus side I think the Honcho made a brief appearance, which cheers me up. As long as we keep mixing it up and there isn’t any one single figure who’s dominating the scene, I am safe from the horrible fate of getting sucked into a serious relationship.