It's been a hell of a few days.
The whole project has gone to pot as I have been leading the charge in the battle to move house.
Since Friday I have consumed two large pizzas and one Chinese takeaway, drunk one glass of white wine and two glasses of red.
I've done no running and not seen the inside of the gym.
But, I have been working like a Trojan to get moved into the new place.
We started shifting boxes on Saturday morning and didn't stop until Monday at 3pm.
On Sunday Amy and I spent 15 hours lifting and shifting. I don't think I have ever worked so hard physically. Thanks go to Dave for helping on Saturday.
Add to all that effort the hottest weekend since the universe was formed, it felt like, and it resembled something out of a war film at times.
Battered, bruised and generally rinsed out is pretty much how we felt last night as we made it round to Amici on Gloucester Road near our new home for a huge pizza and a couple off well-earned glassed of vino.
So after three days of toil I will actually be really annoyed if I've put any weight on, as there's no way I would work that hard normally.
But I will have to wait until next Monday to find out as I missed this week's Weight Watchers meeting due to above mentioned toil. Last time I went on our dodgy scales in the bathroom I was down to 17 stone, which is a full stone in about a month, but it's not official yet. It's a bit like the Olympics, it has to be measured under competition conditions.
Now the real work begins trying to find space for all the unbelievably massive amount of crap we both seem to have amassed.
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