After the delight of finding that I was nearly at my ideal weight yesterday, I am horrified by this morning's 194lb reading. (that's reading, not Reading, although Utopia is almost certainly every bit as awful as it once was).
I am having a poo
That was massive! It is with a new gleam of hope that I enter the exec office to utilise their scales. 193.4lbs. A 0.6lb poop. That's just pathetic.