A kilo up on last month. Which isn't good, but isn't bad. I had a bad start to the month, which was partly due to indulgence and partly due to frustration with other things making crap takeaway an easy option, and partly due to several nice meals in Brussels.
I'd definitely put weight on - things felt tighter 0 so it's nice to see that I managed to recover most of it, and didn't wipe out all the progress of last month.
Alas, I'm no longer able to walk to this appointment. Instead of being at the GP's a brisk 10 minute walk or 15 minute slouch from work, it's now at a PCT location two and a half miles away. Although given that my appointment was at 3.30, it felt like walking would have been faster.
Just as I was coming out of the clinic, there was a man kneeling on the pavement muttering something in English about his God and saviour. Until I could make out the words, I assumed it was a particularly strict Muslim who'd been caught short, so to speak, though I think that's all in Arabic. A minute or two later, I drove round him as he'd moved from the pavement into the middle of the road.
Weird.