Mondays - they're rubbish

I've been a naughty boy. I've spent the past week deliberately avoiding exercise, eating pretty much whatever I wanted and yesterday it ended in a massive blowout and some afternoon drunkenness, which was a great laugh.
Sadly, I've had to pay for it today as I have put on 2lbs officially at my Weight Watchers weigh in.
But I had a great week.
I'm happy to get back into it again this week and have just been out to buy salmon fillets for our dinner tonight, but I just felt a bit like life wasn't much fun so chose to take a week out of my training/diet schedule, which has probably resulted in untold damage to my fitness.
I'm surprised it wasn't more than 2 lbs to be honest, especially after cooking a Sunday lunch for Marc and Carla who came over. The best part of the meal for me was the home made strawberry pavlova that Amy and I had managed to cobble together somehow without it going horribly wrong.
I realised the rock 'n' roll days were really finally over on Saturday evening as we spent a couple of hours making the meringue and waiting expectantly for it to come out of the oven to see if it had worked. There have of course been many and far greater gastronomic achievements down the years, but we were pretty pleased with ourselves.
During lunch yesterday several bottles of wine were consumed and by the time Marc and Carla left I was definitely a bit squiffy, or else why would I have dragged Amy around the living room singing Fly Me To The Moon as if I was Bobby Darin on stage in Las Vegas in the 1950s or something.
Then we went to the pub which I know doesn't sound like the most adventurous thing to do on a Sunday afternoon but I haven't sat down with a pint for so long I can't honestly remember.
We only stayed for one drink in the end, it was more than enough. But it was a wonderful feeling as the sun was streaming through the stained-glass, something like Lou Reed on the juke box and the first taste of that pint slipped down. No wonder they call it the amber nectar.
Then to just to be really bad we even got another bottle of wine from Threshers on the way home to finish off the evening. But it remained unopened in the end as we both got home and collapsed into a stupor and dozed for several hours in front of the telly. Hardly Bonnie and Clyde, but it was a great weekend.
Now to get back to not having any fun.