First of four weddings this summer.

Nothing like a good wedding to lift the spirits and on Saturday we headed down to Dorset where we had a fantastic day witnessing the marriage of two of our friends.

It's one of four weddings we are going to this summer (hopefully no funerals!) and so I bought a new suit to get through the season.

I thought it would be good to see if the suit starts to fit better with each wedding through the summer.

If I'm honest it's probably a size too small, as you may be able to see from the above picture of me and my girlfriend Amy at the wedding. I really had to breathe in when I put the trousers on, and I can't quite do up the jacket. So, as the last wedding is in mid-September, I'm really hoping that it will be hanging off me by then and that the shirt is baggier than a bed sheet.

I also realised an important lesson as I was a little concerned about overdoing it and putting on half a stone in one buffet sitting.

The fact is, if I lived in a cave and had no friends and never had any social events to attend or any disruption to a Spartan existence, I've no doubt I could lose weight quickly and easily.

But I have a life to live, and things like weddings, barbecues, dinner parties and Christmas happen all the time. It'd be a pretty dull existence without it.

So I'm working round it and changing my behaviour to be able to make the most of the occasions without feeling guilty or taking a step back.

To that end, I only had one extra helping at the buffet, which I thought was pretty bloody restrained considering the amazing spread laid on at the reception.

I didn't drink all day either, well except for one glass of champagne for the toasts, and a small glass of red at lunch. And to my utter amazement I had just as good a time sober as I would have done paralytic, which is my usual approach to weddings.

Saying that, I could've done with a glass when the inevitable bouquet tossing took place and somehow ended up in Amy's hands.

So today I don't feel all that horrible guilt and disappointment I get after over-indulging which usually leads to scrapping the whole project and heading for the pizza menu.

Without being soft or anything, I do feel like I've gone through a bit of a rough patch but steered out of it thanks in no small way to some great messages of support on this blog.

I hope that the weigh-in tomorrow reflects that and also that I can move forward with the running this week.