This week, I haven’t lost any weight, for the first time in six weeks. Mind you, I haven’t gained any either, so it could’ve been worse.

I knew I hadn’t done well this week, what with one thing and another – but I was still thinking I’d have lost something.

I know that sometimes this’ll happen, but still, in some ways it feels like I’ve let myself down somewhat by not losing any. Stupid, I know.

In some ways though, I think it’s also a good thing, because it shows me that I am actually serious about wanting to keep on losing it, to get down to where I want to be.

The next few weeks are going to be slightly more of  a challenge, with the London contract, but we’re looking at ways to get that more sorted too, so I think that I’ll be OK with that, too.

We’ll see, anyway.