So I dragged my jet-lagged butt up to the bathroom for a shower, and decided not to delay a nasty shock and weigh myself...
Two weeks ago I tipped the scales at 11st 10lbs and thought hitting/possibly breaching the 12st mark was inevitable.
I stepped on the scales...
I held my breath (no, I know that doesn't help, but it made me feel better!
I looked down...
11st (ooh!) 12.5lbs.
OMG!!! I only put on 2.5lbs!! Did you SEE the puddings I ate???!!!
It seems profuse sweating and dragging around hernia inducing suitcases is the new diet... ;o)