16 stones 7 pounds. That's not too bad at all, what aith my ickle brother's wedding in there, which I was expecting to pump the girth up a belt-notch or so.
So far, so back on the diet wagon, with a day of reasoned eating yesterday, a modicum of exercise (well, pooch-walking) and the same to come today, I'll wager.
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
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