Nooooo! When I weighed myself yesterday I'd gone up a pound. No more choccy bars for me. Well actually I lie. I had a Tunnock's caramel wafer with my afternoon cuppa to save Louis from himself because there's an eight pack in the food cupboard. Jolly nice it was too.
On one count this demonstrates how sedentary my working life is, driving about the Devon countryside, sitting around in people's houses and writing up notes. Whilst I was on leave I was much more active. Mind you this week I've done two reasonable walks and three runs. That should been enough I would have thought.
There's another problem. I'm not the comfort eating type but I've been bloody hungry all week. And as I love food, eating it, cooking it, sharing it and thinking and reading about it, it's been impossible not to indulge when I'm ravenous. It's one of the nicest of life's little pleasures.
I'm quite pragmatic about the lack of progress. I'm still on target with weight loss of a pound a week so will keep going with my current plans. Maybe another notch or two needs stepping up on the exercise front and a few less treats might do it. If it doesn't I'll monitor calorie intake more closely to see if it yields any clues for the longer term. One thing is clear. No Butterfingers are allowed this week!