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I've gone up a pound, which is no real surprise, is it?
So, this morning, I started afresh, but very little. So by the time lunch rolled around, I was too hungry to function, so I got a lasagne, which, while off-plan, is still better than bread. At least there was meat and cheese in it.

Today is the end of week 1. I lost a total of 8 pounds. I hope I don't gain it all back by the weekend, but at this rate, I just might.

Someone, I think it might have been Him, said because my attention span is so goldfishesque I should do one week of a diet and keep switching. I don't know what that would do to the metabolism, but it sounds like a good idea. I don't know if I can face the prospect of more meat and cheese. I'm so over it.

If I had the money, I would just get some fucking lipo and get off this treadmill once and for all.

Oh - last night this Half Ton Hospital programme was on. I could totally see myself being there, if I don't get my jaws wired, STAT.